Whenever people get really crazy busy, they like to say that they are running around “like a chicken with its head cut off.”
Today I am working at three separate workplaces. This morning I worked for the clinic in Carlsbad for 5 hours. Then I jetted across town to Oceanside, and worked for the sport psych business for an hour. Now I’m heading back to Carlsbad, where I will work at the gym for 4 hours. Then I will zoom down Coast Highway (but not too fast, for the cops are out to trap speeders during tourist season, you know) for a coffee shop meeting with a student in Carlsbad for an hour or so, and then run across the street to hang out with more students from Seven24 for an hour or so (not that I’m complaining).
Then tomorrow I will wake up and do something like that all over again.
So if I were a chicken, running around with my head cut off, is this what it would feel like?
Gotta run . . .
