Blogathon 5/15 – beyond tired

By and large – and a lot like many people – I absolutely love my life.

I wake up every morning (which I reckon is a pretty good start to the day) and I just feel really good.

Yes, I’m a morning person.

Yes, my physical and metal energies are much more focussed on the early AM than the late PM.

Yes, I’m quite capable of being in an *absurdly* good mood from the minute I’ve finished with the showering, shaving, teething.

And by and large that’s pretty normal behaviour.

I’ve never been one of those ‘head down, trudging through life’ types.

I love life.

I love my life.

I revel in every single day.

The opportunities.

The challenges.

The getting things done.

I love that bit most of all.

Getting things done.

But.

It’s been one of those days weeks months years, so far.

Since Christmas I have put in so many hours at work.

Stupid hours.

Not just ‘time at the desk’ hours.

Working on work things in my own time.

And then there are the things of my own that I have also been doing, in my own time.

I’m on a real roll.

I can’t slow down.

But it’s catching up on me.

I finished reading the Linux Bible last night.

I consider this to be the best industry-text I’ve ever read; it’s written in such a fluid, joined-up style.

Anyway.

I was so excited by what I’d read, and what I’m going to use that knowledge for, that I flipped straight over to YouTube to watch people doing what I’ve just finished reading about.

It was almost 1am when I eventually slipped the light off.

I slept like a log, and woke up without any shift from normal.

I had an early morning meeting at work, then went in to my office just after 8am and logged on.

Worked until 5.30pm.

Came back to the flat; cooked, washed up, watched an hour-long documentary on iPlayer.

Geeked a bit with video stuff, for a while.

It’s fast approaching 8.30pm and I’m absolutely wasted.

Friday tomorrow; another early meeting, another 8.15 log-on afterwards.

Another day.

Then drive to Rugby.

Unwind. Relax. Sleep.

Saturday I’d like to take the bikes out for a run around the town.

I’d like to.

But you know.

Weather.

Things.

Sunday I’ll leave Rugby nice and early and drive back down to Bristol because yes…

I’m working.

After work I’m going to drive up to Nottingham.

I might see if I can put the things in the thing (yeah, super-cryptic, soz).

No big deal if I can’t, though.

Early Monday morning I’ll leave Nottingham and drive back to Bristol.

And do another five-day week.

And do four long evenings, back at the flat.

Now here’s the thing.

I’m so not complaining about any of this.

I *love* being this busy.

I *love* having all these things to do.

I *love* getting so much done – and I am, I really am.

But every now and then I just wish I could stop.

Pause.

Take a break.

Rest.

Gather my wits.

And then get straight back in to it again.

Because I love it.

But am I the only one?

I wouldn’t describe myself as ‘driven’, but I like to keep busy.

Don’t you?