I feel like life has turned into one of those movie/TV scenes where the person stands still and everything rushes past them in super fast speed. I feel like that person and every once in a while I stick my hand out into that rushing past mess and make a meal or work on a project or run an errand and damn I'm not really keeping up but I sort of am.
I think I feel this way a little bit every day, but not all day. Like right now it is very quiet in the house and even though I have a couple of horrible work deadlines I'm taking a couple of minutes to post and just take a little break.
I find that most of the time I am pretty freaked out about the things I have to do and I think that is because I really don't enjoy most of the things I have to do (and now I'm talking about work) and then I start on the whole why do I still have this job trip which places me smack dab back in the middle of that damn movie/TV scene described above and I think I'll run to the kitchen and get another brownie and maybe next time I should plan on more than five minutes to write a post.