Foggy

I am a person who usually does well with stress. It usually doesn't get to me too much and I cope well. If necessary I incorporate some extra running and exercise into my regime to help deflate the stress. But none the less, I cope well.

That being said, usually once a year or so I will hit a patch where I don't deal too well. I'm currently in one of those spots. It's the end of a semester. This means life is super busy and flying by at 100mph. It means there is more to do on my to do list than I may be able to get done. It means saying farewell to interns and students graduating. It means actually have to think a little about the fall already. And the list goes on and on.

For some reason the "not so great at stress" time has decided to set in now. And boy do I hate it. My eating habits are off. My sleep hasn't been great. I'm tense and feel the need to be doing something every single second of the day. I'm anxious. And ultimately I can't think. In some aspects the stress makes me uber productive. In other aspects it keeps me from doing what I need to do. It's like I'm in a fog that I can't shake.

I hate these bits of time. However brief they may be, I hate them. And it's like I can't fully figure out how to shake them. I just have to hold on and survive. I pray and close my eyes knowing that God is still my Rock. Even in the middle of my internal chaos God is still God.

I hope this actually makes sense. Again the fog has a tendency to handicap my thinking, so I may be the only one who even understands what I'm talking about. Until then......