What the hell am I talking about? Well, whenever there's some task that seems huge and impossible in front of me, I get this feeling like I'm standing at the bottom of a mountain, just looking up. Helpless. Totally at a loss as to how I'm ever going to be able to scale it. And right now, there's the house hunt, the start of a new issue of the magazine and the pregnancy. (Yes, I'm about halfway through and still feel like I'm at the bottom of the mountain, mostly because I'm so completely unfamiliar with everything that's still to come.) All of that work and effort and stress is just waiting there in front of me.
I think that's why I'm feeling very protective of my downtime right now. Why I spent a good chunk of the weekend hibernating at home with the cat, napping and hanging on to my precious energy stores.
But it's okay. Because the very fact that I recognize that I'm at the bottom is SO much better than not realizing why I'm feeling the pressure. Because logic and experience tell me that if I just keep plugging away, putting one foot in front of the other, nose to the grindstone, I'm going to be halfway up that mountain before I know it. And then the peak will be in view. And the view will be worth it.
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