I am not comfortable with the concept of my own limits. When I have one too many projects on the go, I push and strain against the boundaries of my own capabilities. I force it and force it until I can’t anymore. Then I get tired and ignore everything. Because I wear myself out and hate everything. I feel like if I try hard enough, I will win some sort of responsibility trophy
Friends wonder if I’m trapped under a fridge. My mother thinks I’m lying dead in a ditch. And my family wonders if the feral creature in the corner with the laptop is still their mother and wife.
My home becomes a battleground. Laundry starts to pile up. Dishes start to grow fuzzy things. Bathrooms start to get bathroomey.
It’s just a positive feedback loop of overwhelming things becoming more overwhelming.
So for the time being, I’m going to peace out. I’m not abandoning the blog but I am going to take a break from publishing stuff.
I’ll keep you posted, my friends.