“…it’s enough slices!”
a short anecdote about being overwhelmed
The phrase from a Tik Tok creator was replying in my head while I had to slice the perfect measure of 8 slices of a halved tomato, and disappointingly only getting a good 6 1/2 (the half not being good enough to “use”).
It was 6:30 am on my 6th day of work. I was the opener, and in doing so tasked with having to cut and make backups of the ingredients needed for the rest of the day.
Every slice of tomato, cucumber, banana, pineapple, kiwi, was another moment of my life feeling like it is being chopped into bits and I just wanted to scream…
“it’s enough slices!”
I wish I could be overwhelmed with good news. And who knows it might come. But right now, my pizza pie is just getting too many slices:
- I’m overwhelmed by the many new tasks at my job that I can’t focus on anything else outside of it.
- Because I work nonstop until the end of my shift, I don’t have much time for even water, which my intake in just a week has gone down from 96 to 40oz a day. I can feel the effects on my body immediately and it is not good.
- Not eating enough.
- Let alone my mind, my body is physically exhausted from not catching up on sleep.
- Focused on the job that I have now and the hours I have left in the day, I have not been able to focus on looking at other opportunities for work.
- Lagging behind on messages and not being able to support my friends better.
- Going from exercising 5days/wk to once in the past 3 weeks has weakened my mind/body mentality.
- Applying for another job that I probably shouldn’t have.
- If I get said position, is it too much to already quit the job I already have.
- Not writing good enough blogs.
- Speaking with someone from Google and feeling anxious that those 15 minutes could be the beginning of the end of me.
- Still needing room furniture.
- Journaling and making vlogs consistently.
- Making plans with people that I really might have to cancel at this point because I think that I can do it all.
- Not feeling like I am doing enough to have traveled all this way.
It’s just enough slices. I’m not saying that I can’t handle it all eventually. I believe I can. I have to believe that I can. I make lists of things that I need to do on that day and I am still able to cross them off. And I believe that in some ways it will get easier.
If I keep the job I have until I can find something else, it will get easier. Once I can accomplish that, I can focus on my sleep schedule. Then the rest of my mind and body and so on and so forth.
The portions right now however just seem unreasonable. How much is too much and how does one possibly handle the number of slices they’ve been given?
Help a girl out.
