Ah…part of the incredible emotional high associated with concentrated happiness is that it does an entire number on your emotional intelligence – or perhaps more accurately, it completely destroys it temporarily. Dangerously like the honeymoon period of a new love, it’s probably important to not let such things get to one’s head.
So says me as I am trying to renormalise some excessive emotion – ah ye good olde lindy crush – hard crashing love borne out of many dances in a short period of time in the middle of the emotional high of a dance weekend. Probably good that I’ve gotten a bit of a breather – chance to put things back in the box so I can act normally. And stop daydreaming. Yup, daydreams are a bad sign. Do try for some decorum, old chap. Yipes, talking to myself. Also bad.
I imagine this will all shake out and I’ll be back to normal again soon. Hopefully writing things down like that will make them more likely to be true. Because, of course, part of me is really not interested at all in things going back to normal. Le Sigh. Back to work, methinks.
