(I am writing along with Laura Lynn Brown’s summer blogging project at MakesYouMom.com. Join us?)
Dear Valorie Burton, author of “How Did I Get So Busy?”
You obviously don’t know me. I had to look up the definition of adrenaline addiction.
I am acquainted with adrenaline. I know its bitter taste in my mouth, its queasy feeling in my stomach. It’s unpleasant.
Almost every time I’ve experienced an adrenaline rush, it has been because of time constraints, like when I almost missed my flight from London to Houston because the security lines were so long, and later that same day, when I almost missed my flight from Houston to San Antonio for the same reason. Those are not moments I wish to relive.
Sure, I get stressed out, like everyone. I can gear up when necessary. It’s just so rarely necessary.
The word “busy” got redefined for me during a particular spring week when I needed my adrenaline. I had to act quickly, secretly, coordinating with multiple people on multiple fronts. It was about life and death.
Since then, anything short of life and death, no adrenaline necessary. A steady supply of tea does me just fine.