It is Thursday. One more day before the oh-too-short weekend.
Yet my body is screaming at me to STOP.
I admit that since finishing radiotherapy, I have deliberately propelled myself into a routine that is crammed with activity (mental or physical or both) that leaves me contentedly exhausted each night.
It is as if I wanted to prove to myself that I can do it all...and do more...and do it better.
I know I must STOP. Or at least slow down.
Whether life cruises at 100 miles an hour or crawls at a snail's pace, at the end of the day, what matters is this silly little feeling called happiness. Happiness at just being alive.
Note to self: Yes to moderation. No to Overkill.