I really should have done some kind of workout last night. I needed it and I never got it.
I’ve been very lucky to never have any major problems in my life. The side effect of that is that I get easily overwhelmed when too many small things start stacking up. Last night I felt like the whole world was spinning frantically around me and I couldn’t catch up. In no particular order:
1) I have a couple design projects that need to be done — Yuri’s Night mainly, as well as typography class assignments.
2) Some jerk emailed me anonymously about the parts of the HARRA website that are out of date (subject line: “get with it”). I think it’s the same address that I previously thought was just spam. Why do people complain anonymously? Last time I checked, I was the only one that volunteered for the job, and last time I checked I’m not getting paid for it, so excuse me if it’s not always my top priority. I’m well aware that parts are out of date, but I’m doing what I can.
3) My apartment is a wreck. Last night in my fit of freaking-out-ness, I decided that the best thing to do was clean the stovetop. The stovetop! While doing it, Jose was trying to explain Lambert targeting. ARGH, I am so crazy. My apartment is suddenly feeling so cramped. So should I buy a house this summer? Do I really want a house?
4) I have Half Ironman training, with only four weeks to go before the big day and many miles still to swim, bike, and run. Last night’s missed workout felt like a huge weight on my shoulders, even though I know that a single workout is not going to make or break me, and that I’ve been training very well for the past couple months.
5) The delay in the shuttle launch means that I have time to really start training for my new position, but there’s so much to do that I suffer my standard problem of anxiety over where to start.
6) The past few days have brought a lot of talk about weddings and babies, which sends me into insecure girl mode about my own life and where it’s going, despite the fact that I am in a really good place with a really good person who deals extremely well with my freak-out moments and actually helps get me past it much more quickly that I ever would on my own.
See? Small stuff. Details.
Jose and I have been making our way through the first few seasons of Scrubs on DVD, and I can’t help but notice how Eliot is always trying to “hide the crazy” from various people. Sometimes I feel that way too.
I guess everyone has their crazy moments.