A little bit of self-awareness

Lately it seems that I have two primary energy settings.

There's the go-go-go speed, which has me flying through life at eighty miles a minute -- spinning like the Tasmanian Devil in order to get shit accomplished and maintain an active social life and pursue my personal interests and stay on top of writing and blogging and responsible adult-type activities like grocery shopping and paying bills and keeping my place all neat and tidy.

This setting is definitely the dominant one, it's what usually gets me through the week.

And then there's the grind-to-a-screeching-halt speed, my default after spending too much time set to go-go-go. When I'm on this setting, I'm pretty much incapable of doing anything -- it's like I slammed full force into a brick wall and shattered into a million pieces. The concept of being productive or active transforms into something completely foreign and so I lay around all lazy and useless, questioning the point of my existence, wondering if there's even any value in all the exertion I put forth while in my other setting.

The latter is what I'm feeling right now. It's fine to get like that every so often, but I think I need to strike a better balance so I don't end up inclined to sleep away my weekend. Which is probably what I'd be doing if I didn't have to head out in just a bit for a co-worker's birthday celebration. fuzzilla is due to join me, so I'm excited about that.