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temperance14I hate these crashes. Really good times, breaks/hiding from the daily grinds/stresses, really long weekends. Or a great combination of all three, like this past weekend
And I come back to the office, refreshed, full of plans on how to take back control of my work and life---and slam headfirst into a brick wall.
I really don’t know what I’m doing, and I have no idea how to get back into being a functioning adult. And worse yet is the sensation that the gears are grinding faster, tighter, the work in all my life is piling up, and my resources of time and money and energy are shrinking. And I really don’t know how to fix any of this.
I am really fighting an urge to pack it all up, turn it all off and run out of this building.
I know, I know: breathe breathe breathe.
And I come back to the office, refreshed, full of plans on how to take back control of my work and life---and slam headfirst into a brick wall.
I really don’t know what I’m doing, and I have no idea how to get back into being a functioning adult. And worse yet is the sensation that the gears are grinding faster, tighter, the work in all my life is piling up, and my resources of time and money and energy are shrinking. And I really don’t know how to fix any of this.
I am really fighting an urge to pack it all up, turn it all off and run out of this building.
I know, I know: breathe breathe breathe.
