about every three to four months, i run solid. 110%. i am an unstoppable force. and do not dare stand in my way. my close friends, and newest officemate andrew can attest solidly to that portrait. i think i need to be the heroine that saves all…
and at the end of those three to four months, i crash. i hit a wall. hard. physically, i can’t sleep, eat, my heart starts doing these weird fluttering beats and the thought of even moving the clothes from the washer to the dryer is overwhelming.
i hit that wall over this past weekend. working carefully and diligently on a side project, i convinced myself my work was too important to let something physical hinder my ability to tackle the task at hand. which only threw me harder and harder into the wall.
[if one were to visualize this, one must also visualize the outline of a 5’6″ medium framed female impressed into such a wall.]
i arrived at work tense monday, fluttery and wanting to hide under my desk. noting something off-kilter, our lovely department admin michele comes in with some encouraging words:
go home.
that is all it took. i finished a few things and went home at 10 am.
i was forced to rest.
and i did.
and i hated it.
it is so difficult for me to relax (sans medication). anyone else have this problem?