This week makes me want to scream. It's been frustrating, annoying and very stressful. It doesn't help that I'm run down, overtired and feel like I'm on pins and needles every second of every day.
And of course, I was pretty hungover this morning. Last night was a total blast though, so it was definitely worth it.
Work has been crazy lately, but usually I'm able to stay positive and tackle it head on with a smile on my face. But this week is different. It's like I'm completely checked out and I can't figure out why.
I feel like I'm having a mini quarter-life crisis—much like I've had the last few winters. For a couple of weeks at the end of January/beginning of February, I get really antsy. It's like I want to escape my life. I start questioning everything and all of a sudden I become obsessed with traveling and getting away. Last year I was determined to move to South Carolina or Florida...after I went on a 6-week trip to Australia and New Zealand, of course. And this year, I desperately want to move back to Ireland, vacation in Greece and spend a few weeks in Italy. (Apparently money doesn't factor into my daydreams.)
I feel really restless. Why? I have no idea. But I can't stop wondering about my life. Do I love my job? Am I good at my career? Do I want to move? Do I want to go to grad school? Could I actually make it on my own somewhere else? Would I miss Chicago? What do I want? Am I happy?
It's all been bugging me this week. And while I do question things sometimes, it's never as bad as this. If it's anything like the last few years, I know it will pass in a couple weeks. But right now, it's driving me crazy.
I'm sure I'll be back to my perky, enthusiastic self in a few days. In the mean time, I'll just load up on Starbucks and M&Ms and keep looking at pictures of Aruba (I can't wait!).