I'm juggling three jobs, we've been remodeling for weeks (truly, it's been off and on for a dozen years, but this is one of our on periods, which are always full of stress), and every time we turn around, someone is going to the hospital or having some kind of test done.
How most days feel.
Except I never look this classy.
The result is a sense of chaos, rushing, and constant worry about whether or not everything is being covered.
And, weirdly, I'm thriving.
Over the years, I've realized that I have two speeds: wide-open, and snail. If things are going by slowly, breezing along, I lack energy and drive to accomplish anything. As soon as life gets complicated, though, I'm at my best. I speed from one thing to the next, trying to never slow down, and purposely taking on more and more responsibility until that moment when the day ends, and I crash like Rip Van Winkle.
It's a kind of adrenaline, and I'm a junky. I love being able to take control, to fix things, to come out the other side victorious. It's the buildup, the necessity of thinking on my feet, that makes me feel I've truly accomplished something. And so, as I go into the next several days of unknown hours at multiple jobs, I wonder just how healthy my personality is.
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