I took an online quiz that measures sensitivity. I figured I’d score pretty high on it, given how anxious I get from loud noises and too much activity going on around me, and I did. I got 6.3 on a scale of 7, which makes me an “orchid” (ha-ha–I’m always telling my husband that I’m a delicate flower, and here’s proof). Being an orchid may sound nice, and there may be some benefits to being one, but honestly I’d rather be a “dandelion,” able to thrive in any conditions.
This morning I decided to play hooky from work. I wasn’t feeling up to a day of hard mental labor. That’s a rarity for me. Usually I like work, because it keeps my mind occupied. Not today. I’m tired, and I don’t feel like doing anything complicated. Maybe the time change got the better of me. It usually does.