Not that kind of out — as in outta here. Rather, I mean time, patience, energy, ambition, ideas, sync, room, sorts. Otherwise, things are just dandy.
J’ever get that way? What do you do when it happens? It’s a coping skill I’ve yet to master. It is difficult for me to look at people around me who seem to have their schedule/life/affairs in such great symbiosis, while I continue to flail around like a trout on a boat deck. (It’s not really that bad, but sometimes it seems like it.)
Some would say I am over-committed, over-stretched, and under-organized. Maybe I should just be committed.
I covet your thoughts on handling insanity, outside of finding a conveniently located bridge from which to fling myself. Metaphorically, of course.
PS – Loved all your suggestions from yesterday. See how fantastic you are?