hitting the breaks

I feel like I am at a pace that's bound to end in a crash. I hope not, and ever mis-optimistic that I am I also feel that this too shall come to an end. This being the dizzyingly crazy phase at work that's been happening lately. No complaints, mind you, but oh boy I could use some downtime and some time at the gym. And it's barely midweek!

Let's put it this way. I am enjoying my work, loving it. But it's driving me to the other end of the scale, tipping the balance to a place I wouldn't want to find myself in. So I'm hitting the breaks, saying no to some things I should say no to, and focus on getting the job done. 

At the end of the day, it's just work. It's not my life, but an integral part of it. And life is what happens even when you're too busy working for it.