Maybe it's the slightly longer days, or that it's been three days without snow falling, but I keep thinking of spring, and of baseball. Mind you, I'm not a jock, I don't follow any major league sports, and could care less about baseball. Except that my husband was a great baseball player, and oldest has shown little interest in the sport. But I digress.
The fabulous schedule I laid out in my previous post was printed, put into my to-do binder, and is now collecting dust. Monday, I tried to write down all of the stuff that I do in an effort to feel better about the stuff I don't get done. Tuesday, I did make a little headway on a huge project that is months overdue. And yesterday, I finally got a job application finished. Three months late. Let's not go there.
Part of me wants to understand why I am in this slump. Part of me doesn't really care and wants to just get moving again. Typical to my scattered brain, I am once again reading about five different books at once. One suggests that being happy is all about choosing to be happy. Another says I am too analytical (I am, but I'm not sure that's changeable). A third says I should have a mad, passionate affair with George Clooney (kidding - it's fiction but it is about mad passionate affairs). While I would love to have a mad affair with Mr. Clooney, I don't think that is a. feasible, b. reasonable, c. an option. Sorry, George.
What do I feel I need? Time, and money. Time to spend enjoying my kids instead of running around like a banshee. Money, so my husband and I don't need to run around like banshees just to make the mortgage payment and save up for the orthodontia bills that are looming. A job would be good too - but that's an entirely other post. Sleep would be helpful, as would sex.
But the reality is, the only way I can de-slump is by putting one foot in front of the other and trying to make today a good day.
The fabulous schedule I laid out in my previous post was printed, put into my to-do binder, and is now collecting dust. Monday, I tried to write down all of the stuff that I do in an effort to feel better about the stuff I don't get done. Tuesday, I did make a little headway on a huge project that is months overdue. And yesterday, I finally got a job application finished. Three months late. Let's not go there.
Part of me wants to understand why I am in this slump. Part of me doesn't really care and wants to just get moving again. Typical to my scattered brain, I am once again reading about five different books at once. One suggests that being happy is all about choosing to be happy. Another says I am too analytical (I am, but I'm not sure that's changeable). A third says I should have a mad, passionate affair with George Clooney (kidding - it's fiction but it is about mad passionate affairs). While I would love to have a mad affair with Mr. Clooney, I don't think that is a. feasible, b. reasonable, c. an option. Sorry, George.
What do I feel I need? Time, and money. Time to spend enjoying my kids instead of running around like a banshee. Money, so my husband and I don't need to run around like banshees just to make the mortgage payment and save up for the orthodontia bills that are looming. A job would be good too - but that's an entirely other post. Sleep would be helpful, as would sex.
But the reality is, the only way I can de-slump is by putting one foot in front of the other and trying to make today a good day.
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