I’m having one of those weeks where the world, as I know it, is starting to spiral out of control. It’s all me. I know this. I do not feel complete unless I have a million different things going on. I honestly do not know why I do this to myself. However, even I have a breaking point and it’s coming. I tell ya, I feel it coming!

I’m working on several projects at work and I know this is probably what it is going to push me over the edge. I am moving on them, but my superiors? Well, they aren’t moving as quickly and there are decisions to be made which directly affect how these projects go. I was in “go go” mode earlier this week and now I am in limbo waiting for direction.

When my work life is crazy, then I am not able to enjoy the distractions that in fact keep me sane. For example, my reading has continued, but I am reading several books at once either due to a commitment or just me wanting to finish the book. I also have several books on the back burner waiting for their time in the limelight. I know this is a problem for a lot of us… so many books blah blah.

I know that I will be able to catch-up this weekend and things won’t feel so out of control but man, the weekend can’t come soon enough.