One of the unexpected benefits of stepping unknowingly into a quicksand trap of overwhelmingness (overwhelmingitude?) at work is that at a certain point, at the end of the day, you turn off. Or at least I do. When I feel in control at work I think about it at the end of the day and on weekends; I imagine conversations, outcomes, negotiations; I live through meetings before they've actually happened. What's that saying? A coward dies a thousand deaths?
But then at some point on the spectrum I go from waking up an hour before my alarm's set to go off with shortness of breath and pained anxiety in my chest (like this morning) ... to leaving at the end of the day and forgetting about all the piles on my desk (and floor, in case you wanted to know) the second I step out the revolving door. I can't get it all done. BUT NO ONE COULD. And that's why I'm going with my honey to see Wolverine right now, bad as we know it's going to be.
It's like, you start treating your weeknights as weekends. Awesome!