My mind is full of projects and new things I want to do, do, do!
People tell me: SC, if you're feeling stressed out, cut out all the extraneous projects you take on.
Don't they understand, it's the extraneous projects -- the bug bios and home-crafted spinosaurus costume and lava mountain dinosaur cake (for my favorite dinosaur lover) and socio-economic policy Facebook posts and upcycled furniture and small business craft fairs and Art Deco photoshopping and (way) deep(er than necessary)-dive research into corporate tax policy and home-designed and -sewn mommy-daughter matching swimsuits and homemade Christmas stockings and psychology reading and elaborate, realistic Halloween decorations and... -- that I enjoy?
It's the inescapably necessary things like hair-washing and house-keeping and bread-winning that stress me out. It's the things that can't be cut out, and are never ever finished no matter how hard I work, but just repeat over and over again... like sitting in the same Whip meeting week after week listening to the same cast of characters talk about the same messaging around the same bills or cleaning up the same crusty cottage cheese-and-chips and Cheerios-and-milk spills on the same counters, washing the same socks ... that I hate.
So which is better? Overstretched and stressed or bored and stressed?
Sometimes I think about stress like molecules of oxygen in a room. There's a finite upper limit to how many molecules you can squeeze in before the windows blow out and a finite lower limit beyond which the oxygen is undetectable. But within those two extremes, they'll still expand to fill the whole room.
So which is better? Overstretched and stressed or bored and stressed?
Sometimes I think about stress like molecules of oxygen in a room. There's a finite upper limit to how many molecules you can squeeze in before the windows blow out and a finite lower limit beyond which the oxygen is undetectable. But within those two extremes, they'll still expand to fill the whole room.
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