Then I think for a moment and I realize that one week from today is
- the end of the month (a typically busy time at work)
- the end of the first quarter (also a busy time at work)
- the load-in for the show I'm working on (hello manual labor & last-minute 'Why isn't this working the way we planned for it to?!?' freakouts)
- the day before I move
Yup. Moving at the start of tech week, which coincides with end-of-month, end-of-quarter upticks in volume at work.
And my response to the initial question would still be "I don't think I'm feeling stressed."
And then my skin breaks out...because my body knows before my brain does that some shit is about to go down and I better pay attention & get some sleep & eat my Wheaties (or in my case Poptarts) so I can focus and plan, and make it through what really is, if I allow myself to admit it, going to be a STRESSFUL week!
Why is it so hard to admit that sometimes life IS a little hard? And in so doing, allowing ourselves a little leeway to maybe be in a bad mood, or ask for help, or just breakdown a little bit & release the pressure for a few minutes. Why are we all so gung-ho on making it 'look easy' all the time?
And now I'll stop rambling and get back to work...