breathe in, breathe out, drift

Even though PD's personality has undergone a strangely positive transformation since she announced her divorce, I'm still finding it difficult to de-stress. Perhaps the most worrying aspect is that, for the first time in my life, my blood pressure is a bit too high.
Also, I've noticed that my tension level sometimes nearly succeeds in choking me. I literally have trouble breathing properly at times. It's as if a sneaky little stress gremlin made himself at home in one of my filing cabinets while I was looking for brown sugar Pop Tarts (they're always in an upstairs vending machine). My throat tightens up and I realize I'm gasping for air. Last week the workplace breathing yips hung around to where I took them to shaolin class; the senior instructor noticed something was amiss and took me aside to help me recover.
It doesn't seem right that I should let a job choke the life out of me. In fact, it seems kind of stupid. So I decided I should do something about it, unscripted. My only rule was to leave liaisons with men out of the equation if at all possible.
So far, the result of my little campaign is that I've stopped worrying about when I get to bed, play the piano until 3:00 am if I like, and drive aimlessly and fearlessly around until I'm ready to return to Chez Melina. Perhaps not 100% fearless. More like 90%.
Last night, with the help of my beloved GPS, I ended up outside Sunnyvale, top down and speeding when I shouldn't have been. And somehow I executed a near-perfect drift the first time I attempted it. At least it felt perfect.

