when i was a kid, as in like, five, i had this fear of tires swings. i would get anxiety just thinking of hopping on one. what if someone spun me too much and i threw up from the dizziness? what if i flew off and broke an arm or something? it just didn’t feel like the fun was worth the risk to me. i still think there are way better ways to have fun than to hop on a tire swing,
lately, i feel like i’m being flung around from one thing to another with no breaks, and if i’m not careful, i might fly off and break something. less literally in this case, but the analogy works. i’m feeling a bit whiplashed as i move between tasks and obligations and i rarely have a moment to really absorb what the hell is happening.
at the moment i have more that i’d like to be doing than i have time to complete, and somehow i still find myself looking for more to do. the hell is wrong with me?
truth is, i know i can handle it. and this is what i signed up for. if you go back a couple months i’m this blog i’m sure you’ll find a few posts talking about how the hustle is life. and if i’m right about that, then fuck if i’m not living.