"Let it go....let it go...." and "Shake it off...shake it off." I alternate between these two borrowed mantra for this time--- when the world seems too loud and bright. Even my clothes touching my skin is too much. I yank off my sweater, and hop step out of my pants while walking upstairs to my room after work, finally able to breath once the edges of sleeves, cowls of turtlenecks and waistbands of tights no longer feel like burning, scratching sun burn. My skin feels too tight as I try to keep myself together in this package that is required to carry out my daily tasks. "This is not my circus. These are not my monkeys." "Your lack of planning is not my emergency." It is far too easy to get caught up in the drama of things that are so divisive---as you try to separate yourself by thinking it is not your problem or it is not my fault or I am better than this or I don't need anyone - when we should be connecting t...