Anyone else had that “Holy shit there is simply not enough time to do all the things!” feeling going on?
Yep. Me too.
Aly and I may be an ocean apart, but we’re definitely in similar situations. Read her last post about never ending to-do lists yet? Sums it up. I’ve just started a second job (in addition to my 9-5), and every weekend for the foreseeable future is full of events. Graduations, recitals, birthdays—you name it, it’s on my calendar. Forget that all I’d really like to do is curl up with some Elena Ferrante. Forget trying to keep up with all the big blog-y plans Aly and I have. Forget going to sit in the grass and stare at the sky. Forget folding that growing pile of laundry in the corner.
I mean, I like being busy, but, sheesh. I need more hours in the day so I can fit in all the new restaurants I want to try and hunt down the perfect pair of heels for a wedding I have coming up.
But I complain too much.
Note to self: You chose this, you chose this, you chose this. No one is making you work a second job. No one is making you write a blog. These are things you WANT to do. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it.
For all of you out there feeling slightly overwhelmed, I hear you. I’m going to tell you all what I’m telling myself: Breathe. Somehow you’ll make it work. Don’t forget self care. Don’t forego sleep. Breathe. You got this.
And now, a (possibly slightly despicable slash blasphemous but sincere) prayer.
Please help me hold on to whatever sanity is possible to hold on to, even if it’s nothing but shreds in my hands (I’ll take a scrap over nothing).
Help me to see that there is time for everything, even when it seems like there isn’t. (But, really, couldn’t you have given us more than 24 hours in a day? Why 24? Is there some divine logic I’m missing?)
Help me to forgive myself and others for mistakes and misunderstandings.
Help me to react with calm rather than swear words when the commute road rage threatens and the stupid people decide they want to be in MY lane no matter how dick-ish or inept their swerving is.
Help me to remember time spent on self-care is never wasted.
Help me to be present in the moment and enjoy the journey, even if I have blisters and I’m tired and hangry.
Help me continue to grow and and become my best self. (Best-ish is good, too. Right?)
Help me remember love, in all its manifestations, is most important.
Remind me more good things are yet to come.