It's been a few days since I got back in town. Only two weeks went past; two weeks were spent traveling through other countries at a breakneck pace, leaving me exhausted and excited at the end of every day. Only two weeks and now everything seems different.

Those that know me know that I commonly attempt too much. Rarely is anything grandiose or out of the ordinary, simply too much. Or rather, too many. In the latter parts of High School, I managed to take more classes than usually possible thanks to independent study, while simultaneously taking a full schedule at the local community college, starting a job, finishing 'Boy Scouts' (before I turned 18) and keeping up with several extracurricular clubs and organizations outside of school. ShinySilver can attest that my "days off" more often than not consisted of me going over to her house and hanging out for a few minutes before passing out on her couch. Her father saw me at least a dozen times before we ever met.

Now I feel the urge again to start that pattern. Work has become, I suppose, not the creative outlet it once was. I have not been taking classes recently, because working and school tends to leave me failing classes and tired at work. Instead, I'm training for a triathlon, hiking, making ShinySilver teach me everything she knows about art and photography (and doing slightly better at the latter than the former) and committing myself to all kinds of social events that I hope never collide. All the while I regret intensely not having time for Aikido, learning to do other sports (like surfing) or take a full round of classes. Over the years I've gotten better at arranging events to not overload myself, but I have yet to stop seeking them out.

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