I feel like i have been stuck in the movie GROUNDHOG DAY since we got back from Ocean City. get up, go to work, come home and do 4, 521 tasks, crash into bed, wake up and do it all again. how do other people accomplish stuff? do they have time machines? do they have personal assistants and elves living with them? i am nonstop do! do! do! until i fall dead at night, and when i wake up, it seems like someone has fucking ADDED stuff to my list.
the days that i need to go GROSSery shopping, or need to run to target to get cleaning stuff or run errands? fughedabout it—- i will get NOTHING DONE beyond that timesuck. i’ve been trying to go to the gym more- but who the hell has the time to waste the 2 or so hours every day? i know it’s a matter of priorities, and i know i need to take care of myself, but my family also needs clean clothes to function, and meals, and the dogs need attention and i need to SIT and take a break from the insanity here and there. i average 4 hours of sleep a nite for godsake- and i’m ALWAYS doing something… ALWAYS. i’m trying to write more consistently because i lost my momentum last year with precisely this trap- i’d have to clean out the basement or help someone move or i wanted to get out of the house to get coffee with friends (silly me!)-and the gross-ery shopping and laundry and and and and and—- i just never had enough time……….. so i stopped writing. and that was sad and terrible and a mistake. i’m making the effort to NOT fall prey to that again. writing is so important to my life and my future and just my emotional well being that i can’t lose it again. so i’m writing.