When you visit the most amazing city on earth and are taken away from it in the blink of an eye, it is hard to return to life as it is normally.
Ever since I've come back from Paris, nothing seems to be quite as good.
I have been insanely busy. Perhaps more so than ever before: or at least in a more painful way than ever before. A few people have left from work, and consequentially I have more responsibility than before while simultaneously trying to turn the store around completely and make it better than before. I maintained my straight A's last quarter and that goal is seeming like it will be harder to achieve right now.
I can't take it anymore in so many areas of my life and I'm stuck. I don't know where to go and I don't know who I'm going with. Every road seems to lead to a dead end and while I stay indecisive, I'm just going to end up hitting the wall that separates the roads. While last quarter I could barely tolerate the workload, now I am being pushed over the edge by my new responsibilities. The things that were a given in my life are becoming harder to deal with and I am increasingly stressed out with a decreasing ability to deal with this stress. I'm tired, apathetic, and unmotivated most of the time, and while I relax to try and alleviate this pressure, the work just builds up.
And for now I'm getting a lot closer to that wall. I can almost taste the brick and my nose is starting to bleed.
