"strange level of 'urgency' that I wasn't aware was sitting in the background all the time, like the hum from an old refrigerator."
THIS.
I remember weekends seeming to be relaxing, full of great expanses of time. Nothing to do unless I wanted to. Now, there is that nagging (definition intended) that there's stuff I should be doing, or at least attending to with my brain, that I'm not, and I'm falling falling falling behind at ever faster rate.
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Date: 2011-07-18 09:03 pm (UTC)THIS.
I remember weekends seeming to be relaxing, full of great expanses of time. Nothing to do unless I wanted to. Now, there is that nagging (definition intended) that there's stuff I should be doing, or at least attending to with my brain, that I'm not, and I'm falling falling falling behind at ever faster rate.
NOT relaxing at all.