I think last week...

...was the busiest week of my entire life.

I understand how and why people become addicted to busyness. At work, it means a feeling of importance, and outside work, it means a feeling of fullness. Like, yes, I do matter.

I was so filled up with things - this was partially out of my control, but certainly not entirely - that I actually felt my brain get slower.

On Friday night, to cap things off, I ran a 4-mile race, and I wasn't sure at first how I was going to get through it. But I got through it just fine. Way outperformed my predictions even, maybe because I had just wound myself up tighter and tighter with each passing day until there was nothing to do but expend all of the excess energy.

It was only a few weeks ago that I purposefully took everything down a notch, and the funny thing is that I was left with a similar feeling then as I am now, which is to say that there is a really solid case in here somewhere for the middle ground.