Friday

Every week I go through these highs and lows, thinking, Shit. There is no way I am going to stay on top of this. It's too much.

The crazy thing is that week after week, I've gotten it done - whatever "it" may be.

This week, sometime around Wednesday, the stress started creeping in. How was I going to get shots, go to the bank, read the book, prepare my lessons, teach for several hours, and learn all of Chapter 12 in Arabic - all by Friday at five?

And somehow, now it's Friday - or more acurately Saturday, one AM. I slept for three hours last night. Woke up at 6 am, taught all day (giggling with the teenagers despite myself), made it through a painful Arabic lesson where, although I was obviously the least prepared, I held my own. Afterwards, I still had the energy to go out to a calm dinner with my bestie. I made it through. Again.

I'm constantly surprised by the fact taht I am meeting the challenges I keep setting for myself. I think I'm actually getting high off it. I guess this is why overachievers are how they are. It's kind of an addictive and masochistic cycle, that, God help me, I'm really enjoying.

I even manage to floss regularly.

I started outlining my plan for next year for myself on my walk home from the pizza joint this evening at midnight. I'm gonna ride out this I'm-young-and-can-do-lots-of-shit thing for awhile. Just see where it takes me. Sometimes I really think I'm off my rocker.