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The complex questions always have simplest answers

A few months ago, I believe I shared my epiphany on how to reduce stress in my life: I'd quit stressing. Of course, that was successful on and off, and quitting the job that brought on most of my stress proved to be the most successful path of all for that dilemma.

I have lately contemplated how to extricate myself from a specifically undesirable situation, namely getting sucked into someone else's drama. Then it hit me: just extricate myself. Or, in other words: don't get sucked into someone else's drama.

Brilliant, you may scoff, just how the devil are you supposed to do that ... and why are you telling me about it? Well that's the question isn't it ... and who the devil else am I going to tell at 12:35 a.m.?

... Unless the key is perspective. In the scheme of what could be threatening people across the planet, extrication from someone else's fabricated drama is so significantly insignificant. Yeah. That helps. Perspective.

Thanks. You've been a doll to listen.

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