I forgot how much I love be be run of my feet.
Like everyone else I don’t like stress, but I think work and challanges are sort of like oxygen.
You need some to keep going, a little bit extra from time to time can give you a burst of energy and an uplift, but there is a critical line where it becomes stress. It overwhelms you, and runs you down.
But living on the line, having so much to do that your not quite sure you can do it, but you somehow get it all done. That can be immensely fulfilling at least to a certain type of person. Because if you achieve it, or even most of it, or even just try your best and fail, you know deep down you pushed your self to the limit, and you can be proud of your self.
I like being run off my feet, I might complain, but really I feel more alive than ever, and don’t let me ever tell you different.