Today was an introvert's hell. From the moment I walked in the door until just now - 20 minutes until the close of the day - I did not get one single moment to think, process, breathe, let go, take a mental break. I started out editing a 24-page policy and process manual and then went into a series of meetings and calls without a moment to spare. Not even lunch. (We had a department carry-in lunch, which was fun, but it required me to interact. I usually use my lunch break to get out of the office, step back mentally and refresh myself in preparation for the afternoon.)
Now I feel like my head is full of balloons, all bouncing around against each other, creating static and that awful squeak that comes with the friction of balloon-on-balloon contact. Each of the projects and to do items on my ever expanding list is it's own balloon, all appearing larger in mass than they are in substance and all creating a feeling of fullness and noise in my head that is quite unpleasant.
It makes everything feel...well...inflated.
At times like these, I actually look forward to a quiet stop-and-go drive home to decompress. I might even send some of those baloons out the window as I go.
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