The heart of living

I might have worked myself into a fatigue. Not because I've too much work at hands, no sir, though having said that I realise I'm rarely ever free.
There's always something to do, or more like I always find a lot of things to keep doing, and often that results in me trying to keep up with daily activities with such measured precision that I drive myself up the wall.
Living in parallel efficiency with ticking hands on a clock with excruciating exactness knocks me into a frenzied machinery of rigorous activities that often result in total burnout by the end of the day, add to that the hilarious malady of never getting good sleep at nights.

The past couple weeks my workouts have been mathematically uncompromising too, in that I've worked out almost 5 days a week for over an hour doing boot camp sort of brutal training workouts that include tabata, HIIT and Pilates..and today I feel worn out.
Not just worn out but weary and exhausted with a pessimistic cloud of dark lassitude beating down on me.

I haven't factored in the miserable weather, that is so cold and wet and still existing in single digits.

Time to take a breather maybe..soon I shall take an almost month long breather.