November 10, 2005
Now I watch the snow come calling
And I’ll celebrate the spring
I feel the falls keep falling
And when the summer’s come
I’ll pretend that I don’t notice, but this is when I notice most of all
-- Train
Am I high strung? I totally am, aren’t I? WAIT – don’t answer that. Yeah, go ahead, you can tell me. I’ve had two interesting conversations with two friends in the past few weeks about me and stress and what not. Here’s what I sort of concluded yesterday: I think I thrive in it, almost revel in it. Just really get my hands all up in the stress and angst and give it a big ole hug like it’s my best friend from first grade that I haven’t seen in years. (His name was Adam, btw, and he showed up somewhere along about high school and was very, very different. That's all I'm saying on that topic.)
This isn’t good, people.
Or is it?
Am I just one of those stress magnets that do their best under pressure? “Pressure, pushing down on me, Pressing down on you.” (Note: if anyone has that and loves me enough, shoot it to me via email and I’ll love you forever!) This could explain my procrastination, huh? Anyway, it’s always the same cycle for me – literally like a pressure cooker, there’s only so much poor Dabbs can take before someone, somewhere, sometime sees her wrath. (Right Grace and Heather?) So what’s the balance? How much stress is good enough to motivate you and how much is too much? Thoughts from any of you chill audience members? Hit me---
--dabbs
I feel the falls keep falling
And when the summer’s come
I’ll pretend that I don’t notice, but this is when I notice most of all
-- Train
Am I high strung? I totally am, aren’t I? WAIT – don’t answer that. Yeah, go ahead, you can tell me. I’ve had two interesting conversations with two friends in the past few weeks about me and stress and what not. Here’s what I sort of concluded yesterday: I think I thrive in it, almost revel in it. Just really get my hands all up in the stress and angst and give it a big ole hug like it’s my best friend from first grade that I haven’t seen in years. (His name was Adam, btw, and he showed up somewhere along about high school and was very, very different. That's all I'm saying on that topic.)
This isn’t good, people.
Or is it?
Am I just one of those stress magnets that do their best under pressure? “Pressure, pushing down on me, Pressing down on you.” (Note: if anyone has that and loves me enough, shoot it to me via email and I’ll love you forever!) This could explain my procrastination, huh? Anyway, it’s always the same cycle for me – literally like a pressure cooker, there’s only so much poor Dabbs can take before someone, somewhere, sometime sees her wrath. (Right Grace and Heather?) So what’s the balance? How much stress is good enough to motivate you and how much is too much? Thoughts from any of you chill audience members? Hit me---
--dabbs
Posted by Amy at 13:47:49 |
Grace wrote: