The weekend has come and gone and here I sit. In this chair, I solve problems. I answer questions. These are my jobs. Always having a solution, always having an answer.
I sort of hate to admit how good I am at this job, or at least, that part of this job. The having the answers, the solving the problems. I don't say this to pat myself on the back, to brag a little, or to feel good. I say it because I have always been this person. The one who solves problems and has answers and shoulders to cry on.
And I know now what I have known for all my problem solving years - this gets tiring.
In the past, when the weariness hit, after going and going and going, I would hibernate. Hole up with some book somewhere or some new tv show. I'd go on a radio silence and wait it out.
This is what we in the Psychology world call a cycle.** A pattern. Maybe even an addiction, but at the very least a bad habit.
And I am learning how to break it. (Albeit, rather slowly).
**I have no idea if this is true.
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