For the first time in forever, I’ve had plans. I had a schedule. My calendar was filled. Babysitting, working events, dinners, brainstorming sessions, parties and picnics.

I loved it.

I like being busy and running around. I could pass on the 4:30 AM wake up calls I had a few mornings in there though. But other than that, being busy was good for me. Seeing so many of my friends and meeting people was something I really needed.

When I’m home, I have too much time to think. And I’m an overthinker by nature so normally, my mind is racing. Then throw in a days of no plans besides sending out emails and reading books and I will overthink everything.

I will overanalyze my life.

I will even overanalyze YOUR life.

So yeah, distractions are a good thing.

But then Wednesday night, it all caught up with me. I was running on little sleep, taking care of sick babies and just going nonstop. And I was in the middle of a brainstorm session with some of the most amazing women here in Chicago and started losing my voice.

The next morning, I felt like I had been run over by a truck. And that truck reversed, backed up over me and then drove right on over again all weekend. Repeatedly.

I’m still feeling a little run down but I think the worst of the plague has past.

The worst part about it was one of my favorites in the entire world was here for a whole week and I couldn’t hang out with her. We had picnics and plans and pow wows! And this stupid sick threw a big wrench into these plans and I felt awful about it. Awful because I was sick and awful because I couldn’t play.

So I need to find a balance between having no life and running myself into the ground and NYC, one of you need to take Nicole on a picnic for me. You can even print out a little photo of me and take it with you so I’ll be there in spirit.

Okay or not, because that is creepy.

But hopefully, I can go visit soon and finally see New York how it should be seen!