On wrestling my work week . . .

I am a pretty tough individual.  I was not always tough.  My parents could tell that I was sensitive from the beginning and knew that I was going to be eaten alive if I didn't grow a pair thicker skin.  (thanks guys!) So they carefully teased me, just enough to wear down the overly sensitive-heart-on-your-sleeve bs.  It worked. My best friend chipped away at any remaining hypersensitivity in college (a big thanks to you, too) and I thankfully, was over it by the time I entered law school.  For these reasons, my work scares me less than it would if I were still a pretty pretty princess.  (I mean, I am very much a pretty pretty princess, but not when it comes to work).

Every week, I find myself facing a calendar full of things to do, people to call, people to fight with and a litany of potential conflict.  I've found lately that I have to jump into the week with both feet & both fists to make it through.  While this fight or flight mentality is useful in my professional life, it is difficult to switch off when I want to relax.  I feel like I've just gone three rounds with Ali by the time I get home (due to no fault of my lovely co-workers -- mostly just opposing counsel) and its all I can do to stay awake.

I'm not sure what the answer is but I think I'm going to have to figure something out . . .