Day before another year

I hate these times when everything seems to weigh so heavily. One pull of the thread and the whole sweater unravels kinda thing. I have so much to accomplish but the stress level that it's all causing is a huge catalyst for my extreme lack of motivation. Luckily, a week's vacation from work gives me time to start some sort of plan of action (as if I can really plan a life as turbulent as mine). Tomorrow is my 22nd birthday. For some reason it feels like some sort of ascent to a higher level of self-discovery. Not that years before have felt any less, but lately my mind has just succumbed to a plethora of demanding questions. I am both anxious and excited for the next year of my quest for some sort of enlightenment (and I use that term loosely). I'm looking forward to school, finally deciding on a psychology major. I've always enjoyed running around in other people's mental playground. As if I'm not analytical of everyone already, now I'll have the knowledge to delve deeper and be able to accurately pick people apart [insert mischievous grin here]. Bottom line, at the moment I have a mountain of situations to tend to, and I'm trying not to collapse under it. Lucky for me I'm used to this sort of "anxious awaiting life changing lessons" thing.