Turtles can’t breathe under water. They can hold their breath for really long periods of time, but eventually they have to come up for air. I feel like a turtle right now. I’ve been wandering around the bottom of the sea and now I’m on that long journey back up to the surface. I’ve almost run out of air.

Something most people are surprised to learn about me is that I am an introvert. When I am overwhelmed I retreat into myself like a turtle tucking its head under its shell. Once I am in a place like that it is hard to un-retreat. This is where I am at. I was quite busy with tax season and FPU class and now that both are over I’m finding it hard to get back to “normal”. I have a constant urge to veg. I’ve been shirking all my domestic duties. I’ve had limited contact with family and friends. I haven’t even felt like blogging. I’m acting like I’m on vacation. Unfortunately, I am not on vacation and my life won’t just manage itself. I’m headed for a mental breakdown if I don’t get out of this rut soon.

Actually, don’t things start to look better after a good cry? Maybe I need to fast forward to the mental breakdown and just get it over with. Maybe then I’ll be ready to poke my head out of my shell and start acting like a responsible adult again