Ouch

My stomach has been absolutely killing me, and I’m pretty sure stress has officially moved in, unpacked its bags and changed its mailing address to somewhere directly below my rib cage. It needs to stop. Most of it is still coming from all the financial stuff surrounding Oliver! and trying to figure out money while also navigating friendships, which is a combination I highly recommend to absolutely no one. Then throw the whole SeaWorld situation on top of it and apparently my stomach has decided it will be processing my emotions since the rest of me clearly isn’t doing it fast enough. The ridiculous thing is that Oliver! is over. The show was successful. We did something great. I should be enjoying that instead of letting the aftermath eat me alive from the inside out. At some point I have to accept that I can explain myself, ask questions, stand up for myself and try to make things fair, but I cannot control how everybody else responds. My stomach would apparently like this information in writing.

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