Hubby and I just got back from a long weekend birthday party at our friends’ house. It’s one of those vacations where we fight all day and then drink whiskey and smoke cigars all night—but this time, no fighting due to scheduling reasons. Still, I practiced bo kata with the bo staff I gave my friend for his birthday a few years ago, for the purpose of me borrowing it whenever I visit.

We spend months preparing for these parties. In the days leading up to it, I did a ton of work to avoid stress while we were away: laundry so I wouldn’t come back to sweaty, stinky gi’s (martial art uniforms) sitting in the laundry basket for a week; getting the garden and pets set up so our son wouldn’t have too much to handle; and writing blog and social media posts ahead of time.

However, I overdid it. By the time we got there, I was so exhausted that I had to leave the pre-party early and go back to the hotel to sleep. I kept thinking, ‘There’s a lesson here about overworking,’ but honestly, I was too tired to figure it out.

The day of the party, Hubby and I spent most of our time at the fire pit with our group of friends who call ourselves "The Pit Crew," also known as the "Downlanders" or "The Derelicts Down the Hill." Indeed, the hill from the house down to the fire pit is steep, so I use the bo staff as a walking stick.

Now we’re back home. After all that hiking and partying, this morning I went to the chiropractor, and presntly I’m spending the day working from bed. Any vacation that requires a chiropractor appointment and bedrest the next day is a good one.

So, back to that lesson about overworking. I’m trying to articulate some deep profound thoughts about ADHD and overworking, but in my exhaustion, I’m having difficulty putting my feelings into words. Maybe the lesson is simply this: I need to just be.