It's a long way down to the place where we started from...

6.15am.

My alarm goes off. I hit 'snooze'.

6.24am.

I hit the 'off' button, and decide to lie in bed for a few more minutes. I close my eyes.

I open my eyes.

7.05am.

Oops.

So now I'm in town, having run around like a chook with it's head cut off in order to catch my bus in for an appointment with the people who ran the training program and someone else they're hooking me up with who should be able to help me find work. I was meant to bring in my Centrelink folder and a letter from my doctor, which I got yesterday.

Guess what I forgot.

I'm not panicking over this. Really I'm not. I'm less stressed now than I was earlier, but I think I'm coping. I only gave half a seconds thought to running away. It's just... I know I'm now wasting their time. Sigh. One lady is coming in from a major regional centre that's a good two-hour drive away, and I just feel kind of like I let everyone down.

But I'll survive. I'll go to the appointment and be Brave Smurfy with the Good Front and not let them know how stressed I am that I forgot this... I'll be Apologetic Smurfy and try to smooth it over... and I won't curl up into a ball because this is not the end of the world.

I just have a habit of making mountains of out of molehills, and the fact that Blogger won't let me at BlogSpot (or takes over 20min to load it)? Just a slight bump. I Will Survive.

Deep breaths and I'll go and face the day. And reward myself with a yummy coffee and English Toffee Muffin when I survive it all. I won't burst into tears at the slightest sign of stress. I'll be good because I can survive it. It's not a big deal.

Really.