Slipping

My professionalism at work is slipping. As tensions build up inside of me from the incompatibilities of the two lifes I lead. Time money pressure, time money tension. It's only at times like these can one find out about one's limit of professionalism.

Often, I find myself amused with my own ability to switch as if nothing at all had happened before this moment. But as time goes on. A tiny bit of this sips in… a tiny bit of that sips in, then after a while, when I do a complete comparison with what it was like a long time ago, I realized the change in attitude.

My room is a mess and I think it's a good indication that I need a rest.
Tomorrow is the show and I feel myself coming down with a second cold. It's ok though. I've always trusted my body to hold on until the hard battles are fought.