Last night, I had a dream that I was in a speeding car racing down an empty country road. Before I knew it I was heading to towards train tracks and the bar was down. I had two choices: step on the gas or hit the brakes.
I stepped on the gas and barely avoided getting hit by the oncoming train. I tried to slow down but no matter how hard I tried I could not get the car to stop. I was coming up to a city and I could just imagine the mayhem that would ensue. So I did the only logical thing I could think of and crashed the car into a building to avoid disaster.
My heart was racing when I woke up and I felt as though I was struggling to catch my breath.
This was just a dream but I cannot help but think of how much it mirrors my life at the moment. I have been jumping back and forth between several projects. Some nights I get only two to three hours of sleep. Somehow, I repeat this day after day. When I try to give myself a break I find I cannot relax so I just continue working. But we all have a breaking point and I fear that I will end up crashing - literally this time.
Why am I rushing to the finish line? There is no race. I need to remember that this is not a race. Well, it shouldn't be. While I might love my work I have to put it aside from time to time and slow down.