I Am A Pacer Person

I pace. A lot. I don't know why and I have come to recognize it more and more. I sometimes just don't know what to do, especially when I have a ton to do. At home that is. I have laundry going. Pace on in there... then as I go to rotate the clothes, I think of filling up the sink with water. Stop laundry mid-throw-in. Fill up sink. Pace back into laundry room. Finish what I was doing 2 minutes ago that I could've/should've just finished then. Pace back out. Start dishes. Oh!! I think I need to pace on into the living room and pick up. hmmm. I'm done with that! (even though I'm not really. It's only mid-done) Hmm. Pacing around the kitchen. Pace. Pace. Should I finish the dishes? No! I have to check my emails! Now I'm pacing the hallway. What in the world?! Am I an ADD Mid-Task-Pacer? (I have ADDMTP!!!!!)
Maybe I just need to hold still and breathe. I think I have nervous energy. I'm not sure. Maybe this photo I took on Valentine's Evening will help me stop pacing: