I have felt caught up in my headspace too much, trying to convince myself into thinking “Well, if I worry, things can’t be worse than my imagined fears.” But my imagined fears were worse than reality.
For a few weeks, I had heard a pet running around at night in the apartment above. Based on my lease, I assumed that the tenants above were also not allowed to have pets. Because I was already having trouble falling asleep, in frustration I imagined that it was a dog that was being kept inside all day.
So Monday I tried to talk face-to-face; since they didn’t answer the door, I left a letter explaining that the running about was disturbing my sleep. After I finished unpacking from the weekend I found a note that they had left when I was in my room. It turns out all this time it was two kittens (that the property owners approved) that had been playing, not a cooped up dog.
The reality of the situation was definitely not as worse as I was expecting, particularly since my neighbors mentioned that they would try to keep the kittens from playing late at night.
I had forgotten not only to live in the present, but also forgot that procrastinating can lead to an overabundance of frustration.