Yes Man!

I am what they would call “extra motivated”. It is like being the most amazing “yes man” ever. Except that I am a girl and this is also incredibly exhausting. I don't suggest being as motivated as I am.

It starts off after I have been sleeping really well and actually sleeping a good amount of hours per night for a few days. I wake up feeling extra motivated, happy, and excited about my day/week/month/year. It's this intense feeling of peace that comes from the depth of my soul (this is a trick!). I start making plans, taking on responsibilities that I am just SURE I have time to do.

This is how I ended up working 60 hours a week and in grad school and writing a blog and deciding to date.

Anyway, all of these things start snowballing and at first I am on a roll. I am doing 20 things at once and successfully. Every project is getting done ahead of time, I am developing new clinical interventions like a champ. Sure I will pass out meds 4 times this week. Oh you need me to work a triple double? Sure why not! Sixty-thousand papers are due? No problem I'll start writing immediately!

This goes on for exactly 2.5 days.

By this point it is too late to go back and try to fix the snowman that I have built out of responsibilities. So, since I am incredibly stubborn, I start to become determined to finish all my work. I've got that determined look on my face. People start asking me if I need help because I think at this point they begin to realize, “Oh shit, Alli really thinks she can be in all 100 of these places at once!”

For the first half of day #3, yes, I am in 100 places at once. But at noon, it falls apart. No one is where I need them to be organized to in order to get everything done. People are stuck in their rooms like God just dumped super glue on them to slow me down (or to drive me insane, this is yet to be determined).

This is where I stop doing anything at all.

I hide in corners eating candy (the little root beer barrels preferably if I can find them) or obsessively checking facebook/email on my phone.

Then I realize (if I am at work) that I am going to be leaving soon and I have done nothing except for devour the last of the candy.

Panic stage begins.

I begin running around frantically trying to finish everything. At this point I am too overcome with shame to be able to ask for help (you would feel shameful too if all you did was eat candy for an hour).

Finally, I have everything done and I leave...and when I mean leave, I mean I am running out the door leaving to get the eff out of there.

Then I come home. And I sit. And I do NOTHING. I will maybe clean up after myself a little bit, maybe I will stop by the bank on the way home, maybe I'll even pay some bills. But then you will find me trapped in front of the computer unable to move.

Here I sit now currently. Frozen. Unable to do anything except for look at things that are being linked to me by Soul Twin.

What a life :)