Relax?

Lately I’ve been noticing my sexoholism has been out of control. I work work work work. And I like to do it, but when it’s time to eat, sleep, relax, take a shower, go for a walk, or do nothing, I have massive anxiety because I’m not working. 

My body has decided no more, and I came down with strep thoat. And I feel mildly ok, I’m feeling at about 70%, not incapaciated, so I fully intended on still working today, but then I got those tell tale nasty strep throat sores and I’m like, ok, I’m probably extremely contagious and I’m not going to be that asshole who passes around an infectious disease so while I feel ok to work and want to work today, I’m staying home. I even cancelled a private consultation this morning and I NEVER cancel anything. But now I’m going absolutely BONKERS and stir crazy at home because I’m being forced to relax and I don’t want to! I officially have a problem.

Further proof that I’m crazy is that despite having TONS of work to do before my book comes out on Nov 6 (rereading it a million times while editing, contacting people to write reviews for the back cover, working on setting up a book tour, managing the online pre-orders, etc), I’m already mentally writing my second book! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I can’t just relax and bask in my *almost there* sucess of a HUGE accomplishment, no, I have to already be looking ahead for the next work project.  

So today I am going to get some antibiotics so I can kill this things that’s ailing me faster and be not contagious so I can go back to work sooner. I’ll probably take a nap and try to relax, but I’ll probably also answer emails, write a blog (ahem), order more plus size Halloween costumes, pay Feminique bills, do more book edits, and other things that constitue work work work work work. Trying to relax is useless.