This Friday I am feeling the effects of a very busy week. I cannot lift my feet. Or arms for that matter. Wriggling in pain of the task undone that is today's wandering thought. How did I end up in this state?
During this week I had to take care of two 14 year old inters. The effects of which I explore here is something I can only describe as painfully exhausting but nonetheless oddly interesting. They are super active, extremely curious and seem to have a tendency to try to kill each other. In summary, it is a very chaotic environment
The effect: My patience decreases. I become less tolerant and begin acting in a way I don't like others to act. Micromanaging and passive aggressive strictness. But for a second, I obtained a helicopter view of myself and think: What am I doing? But even in this moment of realization, it's quite hard for me to turn things around. My willpower is drained!
This experience made me think about the moments where I too felt like I was being micromanaged and noticing a passive-aggressive tone. Was I inflicting the same feelings in others just like these kids were to me? Did I unknowingly provoke the exact defense mechanism? This thought messed with my mind.
Some things, you can only understand once you experience it for yourself and I feel like, during this week, I got to experience one of those lessons. Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna have a hot shower and fall into bed.