Breakdown

When you travel frequently the chance of experiencing mechanical difficulty is high… engine trouble, a flat tire, a delayed flight. The same is true in life. When you are constantly thinking and moving at wharp speed you are bound to reach your breaking point. I don’t travel over the summer so you’d think I would be recharging my batteries, but instead I feel like a train wreck. Work has been unmanageable, the weather disappointing and the household a handful with stress running high instead of the temperatures. Summer (my favourite season!) is ending and I feel like I am still waiting for it to start. Thankfully I somehow managed to get a tan or I’d really be blue… or at least pasty white. I know, I know… boo hoo. But, it’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to. I even avoided going to the lake this weekend. Instead I’ve been in quarantine. I’ve gone days without virtually talking to anyone, having the house to myself, eating take-out, watching re-runs and sleeping late. I began to miss my family, however, so I knew it was time to re-enter society. I begin travelling for work again this week and although I am resisting the fact that summer is over I think the change of season will be good for my mental health. Being on the road has become my routine, my reality. And, I’m looking forward to getting back to my insanity.