I am guilty! Lock me up and throw away the key! Like they say, “What goes up, must come down.” After two weeks of a sudden excessive burst of energy, redoing my entire house… and to extremes at that… my body finally hit a “crash”. Not a proper one, but a good enough one to know that I have actually “crashed”.
In the last week of redoing my place, and as I mentioned in one of my previous posts, it was extremely therapeutic. So much so that I was actually on a “happy high” towards the end of it. People didn’t know what to make of it because I was “too happy”… so all they could do was laugh at me. Therapy is healing… even if it’s through doing something constructive. And even though I never had the intention of it all turning into “therapy” sessions, it still felt like it and it most definitely proved that it was too. I was “happy high”. It was awesome! But now, I’m finished!!! Muscles so sore that I can barely sleep or function. Lack of sleep causing moments of depression… nothing too bad though, don’t worry. But it’s not fun and I honestly think it’s all just from being worn out. I want to sleep, but I can’t. And when I finally manage to, I can’t fight myself awake. A problematic predicament of note. And what a rollercoaster ride at that too.
I know I am guilty. I knew the “crash” was coming… but I went ahead and did it any way. I’m not a “dare devil”… but, in this scenario, maybe to a degree, I could be classified as one. I mean, I saw the danger ahead of time and went ahead and did it anyway?! So now… now I have to climb back onto my feet again. But then again, I should be used to doing this, as my entire life is a non-stop series of trying to get back onto my feet anyway. At least this time it’s not nearly that bad.
I must say that, at this point, I have to stop and laugh. I’m an idiot… but an idiot with a purpose and drive, maybe? And what’s more, I still have to finish my garden too. Yes… I am not done. But I am taking several days to rest, otherwise the “crash” will be worse. I have to admit, though, in all the times that I have felt a “crash” in my life, this one is drastically different. Yes, I am exhausted and I am having “down” moments, but underlying all of that, is happiness… genuine happiness. This is new for a “crash”… so, obviously, my “dare devil” moments proved worthwhile at the end of it all.