Where did all this panic come from? It's as though one minute i'm fine the next i'm shaking and panicked... actually that's exactly what it is. As this short month full of so many events, assignments and other various agenda filling things rolls along i'm hoping it'll relax. The hope that once one or two things is off your plate then perhaps there can be some sort of attempted relaxation, or maybe i'll have burnt out my synapses from the fits of panic and be forced into a medically induced coma to recover. i bet comas are good sleeping too.
Waiting for March to arrive is the idea, but the knowledge that this month will be a full on sprint really doesn't have me jumping for joy, rather ducking for cover and hoping some will come to my rescue (Superman, Spiderman... anybody out there?!).
Long dark, cold nights ahead. Little sleep ahead. Little free time ahead... not that i've really had much of that over the past couple years.
Just trying to maintain this course towards that impending shore. Eyes on the horizon.
