20 April 2012
To The Moon And Back
I am in transit. I think. I'm not quite sure. It's been a long week. It's been a long month. ATM my hindbrain seems to be the one in control. Logic...it didn't make the trip. Stress can do that supposedly. What is frustrating is I can't work out what exactly I'm stressed about. On the bright side, I have taken next week as annual leave. And I have spoken to the unnamed expert and we have devised a relaxation plan...because relaxation and I (to stick with the same analogy) are never on the same flight. And I need to relax. I need to destress. Because I'm literally surviving on fumes. And this is why I have been AWOL of late. Everything I touch I seem to screw up in some way, shape or form. I'm like a mouse on a treadmill. But I want to get off.