wowzers

It really is Monday already. And it's spring, even, which always has a dual effect on me: I become supremely motivated, wanting to outrace everything that's waking up and blooming and have a million projects finished before everything reaches its peak; but on the flip side, I get knocked down with epic allergies sometimes that render me all but useless. Guess which side of things decided to surface last night? No worries - this is nothing that miso soup, green tea, and a dose of allergy medicine won't clear up in short order.

Trey and I managed to accomplish everything we wanted last week, but through all of that, I noticed that I was still uncomfortable with letting myself have down time - even though I'd given myself permission and ample space to do so. How is relaxation possible when it seems I'm simply not wired to relax? I want to be writing, creating, anything but sitting down and doing the opposite. It's becoming increasingly difficult to get myself to shut down at the end of the day.

So - is this a good thing or a bad thing? Perhaps it's simply time for me to act, to kick myself into high gear and accomplish all of these things on my burgeoning want-to-do list. I'm going keep up with very grounding, settling practices to keep myself in check, but my core is telling me to dive in full-force. While I don't want another round of anxiety/panic, I also know that *not* getting stuff done tends to stress me out more than overdoing. Just as it is on the mat, this is about finding my edge and going past it *just enough* to challenge/encourage, but not harm.

Off to sneeze, drink tea, and get down to unraveling some serious time management challenges.