For as long as I can recall now, whenever people ask me how life is, I say, “Crazy and busy.” But if I’m always saying that, maybe crazy is the new normal?

It’s this thing called technology – a tool that lets me get away with multi-tasking and overbooking and telecommuting life – combined with my insatiable appetite for new experiences and more, more, more. Am I addicted to information? To fixing? To conversation? To caffeine? To challenge? And even… to stress? To flying by the seat of my pants?

I am always too busy, and always find myself saying yes. Sure, I can do that. I can handle that. That sounds exciting. Let’s do that. And yet I… can’t… get… enough. I love life so much, I think I’m squeezing it to get every last drop of experience out. And while it’s all good and fabulous that my can-do attitude has taken me on many adventures and through some epic opportunities, I am constantly exhausted. And I miss the friends I’ve made along the way. I’m the busiest bored popular lonely kid I know.

And I’m not sure what I’d do with myself if it ever wasn’t busy and crazy, for once.

Is it just me?