Adé Hogue


Stressed. Just a bit.

Cy Twombly, Untitled 1970.

Cy Twombly, Untitled 1970.

I’ve always prided myself in being able to resist stress very well. I’m not easily flustered, and I takes a lot to rattle my cages. I think It developed in college when I was working 3 jobs (at once), and going to school full-time. Procrastinating on projects, and still finding time to party/play video games. I felt like I was in control.

Now fast forward to real life.

The last few weeks have been pretty stressful for me. I’m not even sure why. I think it’s just because I realize I have so much to do, and knowing that I still want to maintain somewhat of a personal life. Working from home as kind of blurred the lines of when I am “on the clock” and when I’m off it, so it has made that even harder to do at times.

I can usually tell my current stress level by the number of browser tabs I have open. Above 10 is probably bad. I currently have 23 open. No shit. I actually tweeted this yesterday:

Stress level: 12
Anxiety level: 17
(both on a 0-10 scale)

This is what happens on a Monday morning when I am trying to book plane tickets (my least favorite thing in this world), work with multiple clients on the same project timeline, decide on your future living situation, and find time to get coffee with a friend who’s moving in a few days. There are so many moving pieces now that my days don’t revolve around the 9-5 structure. So much is happening at the same time, and I am working with myself to just s-l-o-w d-o-w-n a bit.

So if I owe you something, or you are waiting on me to finish it, forgive me. I’m working to be a better “adult.”

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