Something excellent happened in my life this week. I’ll tell you more about that next week. But for now, let me tell you about something that happens whenever I’m the recipient of awesomeness.
I get the wits knocked out of me.
I woke up this morning with a nasty headache, a sore neck, and a stomach churning acid like an active volcano getting ready to spew lava.
I call it Falling Off the Mountain Syndrome. It’s not so much a depression or virus as much as it’s exhaustion. I experience it for a couple days after capturing a long-sought dream.
Some have described the feeling this way: They’ve chased something the way a dog chases after a moving car. Then it finally catches the bumper and experiences a high that turns into the ultimate “Now what?” feeling. It’s an abrupt shift in emotions that shakes one’s innards the way they’d be shaken if you flew into a brick wall.
Another way to describe it is the feeling you get after drinking three cups of coffee too many.
The good news is that the feeling doesn’t last long. But I think it’s going to limit my productivity today.
Next week, the good fortune that led to this latest bout will be revealed.