What intensity?

Yeahhhhh (jumps up and down)! OHHHHHH (small touchdown dance)! This could be the reaction of any child being told that they’re going to say McDonald's or Disney on Ice. It also happens to be how I, an almost 27 years old, react, all the time. My sister often says that in many ways, I am still like a child. Is it a good thing? I feel that my unbridled enthusiasm can often be construded as unbearable intensity, stress or simply lack of better things to do. I can’t help but wonder: how much enthusiasm is too much enthusiasm?

As I see it, I have passion, lots of it. And that tends to be scary. People will say: you're intense. But why does that have to be a bad thing? I am not intense, all of the time. Yes, I do get overly excited by a fondue meal, a The Bodyguard screening, skating and even going to Florida. I enjoy planning things, having goals and ongoing projects. These propel me forward. And the truth is, I apply the same joie de vivre in a gregarious context as I do all by my lonesome at the prospect of making my own Valentine’s Day cards or baking cookies. It’s not out of boredom or lack of excitement or solitary confinement. I just really work better as a human being when I’m engaged. And whether it is a self-imposed plan or goal or a prospective event that I’m looking forward to, I thrive. People’s first reaction is always to say: calm yourself or don’t stress about it. The truth is: i'm not stressed, at all. I’m just excited. Maybe it makes me look desperate. And maybe I repel guys and friends alike because they think that I am 100%, 100% of the time. Sometimes, i wonder if i get on people's nerves. And sometimes, i'm just too excited to care. xox