I thrive best when I’m busy. But sometimes, that love for the rush and adrenaline turns toxic. Too much comes at me at once and everything feels “fever pitch important.” You know the feeling. I have so much to do, to manage, to worry about that my brain starts short-circuiting. And it’s not healthy at all. I had one of these moments yesterday while driving. My usual workday turned into four doctors appointments for one of our kids (all good, just crazy ortho / dental stuff), trying to sell extremely expensive Taylor Swift tickets (we found others) to recoup our cost, worrying about a loved ones’ health concerns, navigating crazy traffic, and my usual pre-summer #maycember to do list overflowing. I had to navigate the day solo because Bryan had an important work meeting.
My heart rate was elevated, my palms were sweaty, and my mind was spinning a million miles an hour. I felt like I was about to come unglued.