Ah, stress, it's never fun. There is no risk without stress, and no reward without risk. Given my risk-loving personality, I've been familiar with it throughout my life. Right now, there's nothing I'd rather be doing than this...and yet, I'm paying the price.
Stress has been affecting me a lot the last couple weeks. Some ways are what I would expect. Lack of sleep, taking naps (I never nap. Except...I've been napping.) Weird food cravings. Complete lack of cravings for food.
Some ways are unique to this last few weeks. I've been looking forward to the escape of boredom. Seven day work weeks, 24/7 musings and ponderings, my mind hasn't stopped in roughly two months. When I'm not actively working, I'm reading, and the subject matter is strange. I just finished a 750-page biography of John Adams. And I loved it. Tonight, I was in a bookstore and walked past the aisle of round-the-world sailing adventure, right to the history section. I just bought a biography on John Quincy Adams (Adams' son, the 6th President,) and one on the early life of Teddy Roosevelt. I repeat -- I'm loving these books. Why? Because they're boring? I want to say they're not, that the lives of these men are fascinating. But, really, when you get right down to it, they're dead presidents.
Bah, ventventvent. The biz is fun. The stress is there. Lessening of stress a notch or two is in sight, maybe this week, maybe next week. I've got a few backup plans if those fall through. In the meantime, I got another hour or so of work, then I'm going to relax with a boring, yet good, book.
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