I'm feeling overtired. There has been so much crunched into the past few weeks and even more to be compressed. It's like my bus has been truncated and now, I ride the short one. The next few weeks are even more compact. I have so many projects in the air - and so many deadlines looming. It's a lot, but I'm happy. Mostly.I don't know why - when things are good - that I am starting to feel lost. Alone. Impenetrable.
Please, I'm not wallowing or deeply depressed. Just scattered and at loose ends. It's more like overwhelmed than anything else. And maybe a little confused. There is some sort of low-grade fever of stress that is draining my energy. Maybe it's the lingering winter or the doom of crashing economies or the lack of cooperation from people who should be lining up to collaborate. This plus this plus this plus this equals general malaise.
I hope that it will pass. I think it will. I believe that it will.
