About my calendar post yesterday... here is my weekly life in a nutshell:
See? It's not that bad, right? I don't know why I feel so busy. The only thing I can think of is that I'm doing so much stuff that I feel like I "have" to do instead of doing the things that I "want" to do. Like I really (honestly) want to do a workshop at Ultimate Improv (or The Space), but the drive out to Westwood (plus the cost) would be brutal. Or I would like to go to the Saturday morning group instead of on Thursday nights, but it seems like there is ALWAYS something on Saturdays that interferes.
Maybe it's the Saturday randomness that's killing me. I just know I want to stop everything and figure out what really matters to me. Currently my weight is burdening me a lot and I just feel like I don't even have the time or energy to do anything about it. I was losing weight at a pretty good rate, but now I've stopped and that is stressing me out as far as fitting into my dress for Alicia's wedding. And money is stressing me out, and I haven't had time to set up Quicken on our new computer to keep an eye on our budget, and honestly I would rather just not spend any unnecessary money until we're out of debt. But there are two of us involved in that decision and maybe we even each other out between the two extremes.
Maybe I need a membership at the Huntington Library or some other serene place.
Maybe it's just a matter of getting a routine and some disciplines down, like workout days and times, breaking down the housework into days, figuring out some simple grocery shopping lists and meal plans to make it a little easier to tackle that beast.
Ugh, I don't know. I just know something's gotta give. And if I just keep treading water in this survival mode, I'll drown. I need a couple weeks on an island (ha, not literally, but I wish), to get my head on straight and to look at the forest instead of running along smacking my face and limbs on the trees.
So yeah, I'm feeling like I "cried wolf" yesterday because I make it sound like I'm oh so busy, but really it's just that things are oh so out of control (to me).
That is all.
Well, not really, but that is all I'll write for now.
Sunday - Church
Monday - Work @ whatever time I want for 4-6 hours
Tuesday - Work 9:30-5:30
Weight Watchers 6:00-6:30
Wednesday - Work 9:30-5:30
Thursday - Work 9:30-5:30
Bible Study 6:45-9:00
Friday - Work 9:30-5:30
Saturday - Randomness
See? It's not that bad, right? I don't know why I feel so busy. The only thing I can think of is that I'm doing so much stuff that I feel like I "have" to do instead of doing the things that I "want" to do. Like I really (honestly) want to do a workshop at Ultimate Improv (or The Space), but the drive out to Westwood (plus the cost) would be brutal. Or I would like to go to the Saturday morning group instead of on Thursday nights, but it seems like there is ALWAYS something on Saturdays that interferes.
Maybe it's the Saturday randomness that's killing me. I just know I want to stop everything and figure out what really matters to me. Currently my weight is burdening me a lot and I just feel like I don't even have the time or energy to do anything about it. I was losing weight at a pretty good rate, but now I've stopped and that is stressing me out as far as fitting into my dress for Alicia's wedding. And money is stressing me out, and I haven't had time to set up Quicken on our new computer to keep an eye on our budget, and honestly I would rather just not spend any unnecessary money until we're out of debt. But there are two of us involved in that decision and maybe we even each other out between the two extremes.
Maybe I need a membership at the Huntington Library or some other serene place.
Maybe it's just a matter of getting a routine and some disciplines down, like workout days and times, breaking down the housework into days, figuring out some simple grocery shopping lists and meal plans to make it a little easier to tackle that beast.
Ugh, I don't know. I just know something's gotta give. And if I just keep treading water in this survival mode, I'll drown. I need a couple weeks on an island (ha, not literally, but I wish), to get my head on straight and to look at the forest instead of running along smacking my face and limbs on the trees.
So yeah, I'm feeling like I "cried wolf" yesterday because I make it sound like I'm oh so busy, but really it's just that things are oh so out of control (to me).
That is all.
Well, not really, but that is all I'll write for now.
