The stress is killing me and I fear, literally. For the first time in almost 30 years, I'm having temporary financial problems, brought on by the bad renter I had earlier this year, my volunteerism that I've taken too far, and vacations to Arizona in March and to Wyoming and Utah in July. I'd forgotten how maddening worrying about money can be. Also, the criticism I'm receiving for my permaculture work is getting to me. I tell myself not to pay any attention to them but I don't listen to my own good advice.
Finally, taking care of my properties is a full-time job and because money is tight, I can't hire anyone to help right now. I've compounded the problem by looking around my place with a judgmental eye. I tell myself that I have way too much stuff and it results in me not being able to fully relax and enjoy what was once my haven. So, to sum it up, my stress is mostly all self-inflicted. I have seen the enemy and it is me.