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So many new things... so busy. So little time to actually catch up with myself. I walked to the post office instead of driving this afternoon in work so I would be forced to slow everything down. To a brisk walk, at least. I wondered if I'd meet myself coming.

That's the trouble with being productive. It gets addictive. You start having a little competition with yourself on just how many tasks and ideas you can have going all in one moment.

Then you finish for the day and the jolt as you stop is almost physical. It's a real effort to stop speeding ahead and trying to pack the evening with as many tasks as the day.

Would be all very well and good if I actually had the physical energy to live my life at speed but I don't. Need to keep it realistic. I know very well what happens when I burn out and I would really like not to do that in the near future.

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...