I am a sick puppy. Mentally. I think somewhere inside I like being busy. Which is odd since I am such a whiner about it. I stress out at the drop of a hat and right there in the moment I am saying to myself, “Calm down, this is nothing to get upset about.” Then I feel dumb for not taking my own advice. *Sigh*
If I have too much time on my hands I feel obligated to be productive all of the time. I find myself saying, “there must be something else I can get done”. I guess the truth is I feel more entitled to R & R when I am busiest becuse I feel like I’ve earned it.
Well, here’s to another long day in the can (as we film folks say).