She Falls 2

i seem to be having small panic attacks that march up in small waves.
yesterday i felt the army mobilising. i can't determine the derivations of such anxiety though.
i went to our gym to have some physical Me time for thirty minutes, and i quasi-read FFC and ruminated. i do have many concepts and events to juggle at this time and many of them are taking high emotional energy. coupled with an almost too active social life, which consists of imbibing toxins which can negatively affect our hormones, perhaps i should take comfort, well, in the discomfort. rationally, it seems like a normal, healthy reaction to stress.

one busy job that i need to focus on and continue to exact high standards; one family arriving in Bristol from the US; one long weekend to spend with family; one blog which is addicting me; one short story to write by end of year; friendships to maintain through investiture of time; one interview for a role that may be viable; several books being read; 7 guys on the Horizon, ranging through probably won't hear from, figuring out how escort him off the premises, up to date on Wednesday (The Columbian, can I not take my own advice as to Marginal Utility? Well, he is handsome and nice and wants to spend time with me...); one seminar to speak at this week; one test on investor relations to study for...

reminding myself of the causes of anxiety actually releases some pressure. falling isn't so scary now.