LINK: it’s tricky
Currently listening to: It’s Tricky – RUN DMC
Thanks, Matt for reminding me of RUN DMC. I discovered this song when it went viral a few years ago on TikTok and IG.
It’s Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that’s right on time
It’s Tricky… Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) huh!
When I wake up people take up mostly all of my time
I’m not singin’, phone keep ringin’ cos I make up a rhyme
I’m not braggin’, people naggin’ cos they think I’m a star
How are you different when you are going through a rough vs good season in life?
Prompt snagged from: TCMC
Rough Season: This happened when I got promoted to being a director and then again during the onset and peak of the pandemic.
I turn into a completely different mode. I get serious and lock into what needs to get done. My days become a checklist of tasks to complete. Eating no longer becomes enjoyable and I’m reduced to living off protein drinks, water, coffee, gummy bears, white cheddar Cheez-its, and cashews. My sleep becomes even more erratic. I don’t cry or act like I’m falling apart, but my mom says that I’ll grind my teeth at night. Exercise goes out the door and my skin looks like shit. I don’t get irritable, I just become even more quiet. I pull back from conversations because I need all my energy to stay afloat and handle my own shit show. I’m in survival mode. I have friends who like to share their problems verbally or on their socials. I’m more reserved and more inclined to share it on my blog (if I have the time to express myself). I did cut off several dead-end friendships and managed to keep the ones that I felt like I had a true connection with.
And then comes the disconnect, burn out, and health-related fatigue. Life gets tricky…
Good Season: This occurred post-pandemic. Don’t get me wrong, I was doing well before moving on up, but after the COVID-19 era, I’ve learned to be more present, grounded, and very much appreciative of life and others.
I loosen up, I slow down, and I def laugh more. My brain isn’t going fast and furious, so I can actually enjoy things again. I indulge in good food, spontaneous ideas, going out, and of course sex. I’ll pay attention to music, nice meals, the sunlight hitting my skin, engage in conversations with others… I feel present instead of pressured.
I’m trying to live my best life. I’m collecting experiences, not regret.
HBU?
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