In this world you almost have to be obsessive compulsive to maintain yoursel in what they call, "The ast lane." I watched a young woman spin hersel right out back in the 90's. The woman never stopped. She went to work, ran her dog, went out every night schmoozing perspective clients... and all the while she absolutely hated hersel. By the time she was done every day it took her a couple hours to calm down, with a buzz, every night beore bed. She couldn't have averaged more than 3 hours o sleep per day. I knew her or almost our years until one day she up and let everything behind except her dog. I ound out some time later she met some hippy dude and moved to Oregon. It's unny what meeting new people can do to someone's lie when they are deep down ready or a change o pace. Nobody could maintain the way she was rolling in lie. She would be worn out beore 40 and I think she knew that. Hell, she never had time to enjoy hersel. Sometimes people just have to say, "This is enough!" I think she did that... well.