Riding the Ups and Downs of Progress
Ever notice that whenever you’ve got a lot going on in your life, the next moments, which are just kind of fine, seem disappointing? I’m sure it has to do with all the adrenaline moving through your system, all the hormones coursing through our bodies for one reason or another.
I suppose that if you’re not careful, you could get addicted to that. After all, there’s no drug that’s better than what our bodies can do. We have all the serotonin we need, unless we’ve been born with some sort of deficiency. We produce hormone spikes, and insulin surges, and even endorphin rushes so powerful people get addicted to whatever’s producing them. We believe heroin’s better than sleep, or meth is better than running.
Shyah. As if the body doesn’t always know better.
Though I’ve noticed some of this behavior in myself, the wanting things to always exist at a breakneck pace, I’m also smart enough to know that lack of sleep just makes you stupid, and doing lots of drugs and alcohol just doesn’t make me happy.
So I’m gonna become a master surfer of the ups and downs of progress. And on days when things aren’t huge and hyper and fabulous, I’m going to take a mental break from all that, read a good book, and let my mind rest. It’ll probably thank me later.
