After weeks of being the busiest I have been in some time, it just sort of hits me that balancing all the aspects of life is probably what makes all of it the most difficult. There’s work, home, activities, time with the kids, time with the spouse, time with myself, etc. The list just goes on and on.
After a day at work, I come home and debate what all I can do before I fall comatose to my pillow. Do I try to write something even though I feel sluggish and mushy-brained? Do I do something relaxing? Do I try to clean up our pig sty?
There are so many things competing for my attention that it is overwhelming and before I know it, I’m paralyzed into inaction.
And I know this is something I need to work on. Picking something that I can accomplish and doing that. It’s the underlying philosophy of so much.
But until last week, I felt as though I was walking around in a haze. It finally broke and though I am still tired in the evenings, I no longer feel immobilized by all the demands.
I just need to tackle a few and get moving on those. Even if it’s just a little at a time.