So, with all the end-of-the-year projects coming into a close, and the pressure cooker shooting up in psi faster than the Flash traverses the world, I’ve come into a strange, strange sense of calm. The weird thing is that I haven’t even experienced any particularly strong panic spikes (at least not any memorable ones), which throws the immunization to panic idea out the window. Maybe it’s that flow that comes with a new experience – in this case, stress tolerance increase. But of course, the problem here is that, if some fellow whose name escapes me now is to be believed, stress increases to meet stress tolerance.
Even as I scramble to finish my WISE journal, do my physics write-up, conclude my stats project, and most importantly find interesting summer work (ahh!!!), everything doesn’t seem that pressuring. I’d like to think that its those personal growth lessons finally kicking in, and my knowledge of Daniel Goleman’s Emotional Intelligence has trained me to mastery of pressure (stay in the present, avoid judgment because they had very different systems, keep your voice low and your breathing calm, etc).
but the strange result is (now I’m returning to the title and reason I wrote this) that I am cranking out unbelievable amounts of work. Work that actually feels pretty good too. I mean, what? I thought work quality went down the swirling toilet when overload happens, but dude, I’m lining up summer stuff, juggling my stats group work, and building my bottle rocket all at once and I’m doing them all in less time and better quality than I would have otherwise.
It’s really times like these when I wish perhaps I should’ve made my WISE project a guide to exploring the more social and personal sides of life instead of doing that polysleep first. But life will go on.