Stressing Gary
Ok, this is exaggerating a bit, but, I'll be honest, I am stressed out about an upcoming test (martial arts). I'm normally not the kind of person to stress out about things, but this time it's just kind of lingering there. I'll probably do fine, and, I'll probably think I did horribly (I know myself pretty well, and I know all the small and large mistakes are going to annoy me no matter what anyone says). So yeah, all week I've been exhausted, because I've been training and working in Chicago (I get very little sleep here, and I don't train at a school at home), but, I'm also amped up on this pre-test energy that I have no good way to release, so I've been (unfortunately) pumping it into crisp sharp technique (or my best attempt at crisp and sharp, heh). It's been a very strange week for me. I'm really not used to this stress energy/awareness/whatever you want to call it. If my girlfriend was in town, I'd probably ask that she recommend something for me to do to exhaust myself, to, expend the excess energy. You know, like, get some wood (All of you have dirty minds! Every last one of you.), and build a deck. More likely, the suggestion would be going for a walk, or if we had a garden, working in the garden, or building a greenhouse, something outdoorsy. Oh well, not much longer before I test and it's over. Wow, I hate tests.