Jennifer affectionately (I think) refers to me as the Energizer Bunny.  She thinks I have an endless supply of spazoid energy and determination. I think I finally hit bottom!  I found my limit.

Bizarre Bazaar was good.  Period.  I’m not going to add any “althoughs” or “buts” to that sentence. We moved a lot of inventory, we met a lot of cool people, we worked our asses off.  We made a bit of money, we worked hard. 

However, in the past when I’ve pushed myself to the limit I’ve either been mentally energized OR physically energized.  This past month I have had my will to survive sapped in bits and pieces - by survive, I don’t mean my will to live, but my will to continue on with my current path.  I am still unable to write about it here but will eventually.  The preparations, the actual show, and the tear down finished me off physically.  I feel like I have the flu now. Whenever I exert myself, I feel all achey and hot and all I want to do is crawl into bed.  I am so tired I don’t even care if things aren’t being done or followed up on, and that in and of itself is bizarre for me.  I feel almost like I am standing outself of myself and wondering how is hanging out in my body.  Hello, Cristina?  Are you in there?  *taps forehead in vain*

I’m sure I will be cured with a few good nights of sleepytime and some mental downtime.  I may not get the mental break, but I should be able to sleep.  And then perhaps my will to write, blog, or perservere will return.  In the meantime, I’ll be around.