The “mean me” showed up again. This time, he made it even further out into the surface. Not a full-blown transformation, mind you, but it got to the point where I could not reel him back inside. And when you have to spend at least two hours closing down a dirty kitchen and restaurant while feeling rattled and aggravated, it’s not very ideal. I found myself cursing under my breath, and everything just irked me to no end.
My limits have certainly been pushed and tested in this past week. Physically and mentally, I feel strained to a degree. My sense of balance with life seems distorted and lopsided.