I just have so much inside of me. Sometimes I feel like I might explode, and yet I try to just keep it all in, all safe, all under control. But it is those times when I realize that my attempts at control are useless. They make things worse. It is almost always better to let it out, let it flow out, stream out, gush out, however it happens.
I am in a weird mood now. I am trying not to be, because I was so excited about tonight. But it is odd, how fast these things can change. One minute I feel excited and happy and the next moment, things just seem so much more complicated and just too much. I know I over exaggerate by writing that. Hyperbole is the term, I guess. I want to feel clever whipping out a term like that, but I don’t. Most people know that term. It is a fairly common term – well, one that is ingrained in one’s head in grade school.
Grade school sounds so formal. It came to my attention lately (another formal-sounding phrase) that I write very formally. A lot. Not necessarily on my blog, because the never nature of a blog is that it doesn’t have to be formal. That is part of the beauty. But, I tend to not really use contractions. I DO NOT use them a lot.
I think the reason my mood is all over the place is that I have had some very crazy shifts at the crisis center I volunteer at. It is hard not to let that sort of thing get to you now and again. I had two shifts in a row, pretty much. It is a lot. And I feel emotionally drained. Tonight was just supposed to be carefree and relaxing. And for some reason, now I am getting stressed out about it. Sometimes it just feels like everyone puts all their problems and burdens on me, and I love being that person – I love doing what I do. It is a passion of mine. But sometimes it gets exhausting and I think to myself how I am there so much for everyone else, but what about me? And then I feel selfish for even thinking that thought because I know there are people who would be there for me in an instant. But it is different. As a crisis counselor, you learn to really go there and be in that deep, dark place with a person. Most people can’t do that. People can be there for me. But they can’t “be” there for me in the same way I can be there for them. It is hard to explain.
I guess writing is making me feel better. My nails are painted green and are chipped and look tacky. I should change that. Tonight should be fun. Now that I am in a better mood, the night is looking brighter. I talked to people today who really have horrible lives. It makes me realize how lucky I am to live the life I do, to have the friends and family that I do. I am so lucky. Maybe I forget that sometimes. But, after listening to real crises and devastation at the center, it puts my own life in perspective.
I am so lucky. I am so lucky. I am so lucky.
Sometimes I take that for granted.