I am feeling (to say the least) overwhelmed. Since returning from the National Dance Educator's Organization Conference last week, I feel like I can't catch up. This is the time in the semester when all the "good" ideas are coming to a head, and it is time to pay up.
But even that isn't entirely true. I don't have THAT much to do. I certainly could achieve most of what I have to get done, but the truth is I am feeling spent. I was so careful during the first part of the semester to take care of my time and energy, but this still happened. I still ran out of gas.
I am griping. I guess I am in the mood to gripe. I am bitter because I have so many ideas going around in my head. Creative ideas that are full of potential. Dance ideas. Teaching ideas. Writing ideas. But I don't want to do the work. I don't want to take the time and energy to actually put my pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. Even this is feeling awkward. Mostly because I feel like I have some very cool experiences from the NDEO conference which are great blog material, but instead I am caught in this cloudy mess of fatigue, apathy and dejection.
The stress (which apparently snuck up on me without me knowing it) is taking its toll. I am feeling depressed. And, that is the crux of all of this. I have great things to do, great insights to share, ideas to follow, but I am anchored to the typical symptoms: fatigue, sorrow, obsessive thoughts, anxiety dreams, the desire to just sit for hours on end, preferably with a stream of movies going on end to end to end.
In the scheme of things, the symptoms are not terrible and will hopefully go away soon. But it is a reminder that even when things are good, stress takes it toll, and for me stress results in depression. I think it is a chemical thing because there is really nothing wrong. I just feel bad. Sub-par.
Good times and a stable life, and I can still get caught in the cloud. It happens less and less. But it is a reality for me. Chronic depression doesn't just disappear when things are good and you have a good week, or two or three. It is a constant practice.
Side Note: It doesn't help that my office printer is broken. It is throwing of my groove and making everything harder.
Perhaps tomorrow the cloud will lift like coastal fog that finally burns off after you have given up on a sunny day. But at this point I am still hoping for sunny skies.