I’m having a panic attack. Pretty sure that’s what this is.
I have a headache, I can’t focus, and I’m about seconds away from throwing my cat against the wall because he keeps climbing all over my keyboard as I type.
God, that’s annoying.
But anyway, I’ve got a lot on my mind.
I haven’t finished Christmas shopping. I have a meeting on Wednesday that I kind of need to be prepared for.
And oh, I’m leaving to North Carolina in less than 9 days.
SO. MUCH. TO. DO.
I nearly cringe when I see how long it’s been since I last wrote.
I’ve just been so busy with new ideas, new projects, finishing the semester at school, dealing with work, going to CrossFit, finding time to read all these books I keep ordering and when I really need some down-time, catching up on Justified with the man-friend.
People laugh at me all the time when I tell them about a new project I’m working on or some new venture I’m exploring.
They always ask me, “Don’t you think you’re going to be a bit overwhelmed by all that?”
Well, yea. I definitely will be.
But I love every second of it.
I love having a million things to do.
When I don’t have anything to do, I slip into some sort of mild weird depression thing where I contemplate my existence and cry to hipster music while snuggling with my cat.
Okay, it’s not THAT bad.
But still, I don’t like having NOTHING to do.
There’s nothing that makes me happier than trying new things and taking on new projects. Reading new books. Traveling to new places.
Without that, my life would suck. I’d be bored all the time.
I love the picture at the top of this post because it really describes how I feel about life.
I want to experience ALL of it. Not some watered-down version.
I don’t want a half-assed life.
I want it to be spectacular.
Because at the end of the day, life’s way too short to not live fully.
To not throw all the paint you can on that canvas.
There are WAY too many people who spend their days doing nothing. People with no passion.
And it really makes me sad.
Because really, what’s life without passion?
Pretty lame, if you ask me.
So if I have to endure a few more panic attacks, that’s fine.
I’ll learn to deal with them.
I’ll be known as that crazy chick who’s got so much going on she can’t even keep her head on straight.
But at least I’ll have done something.