Yesterday I had entirely too much too do.
Too much work, too much life, too much white noise in my brain. I needed to write about 3,000 words on the novel, work on the finish coat on the bathroom walls, clean the kitchen, tend to the Parent Led Art class at school (it wasn’t my week to teach just to help) make dinner and a laundry list of other things, including but not limited to… well the laundry.
So what did I do? Made other stuff to do to keep myself occupied.
I did help at art, and I worked on the walls for HOURS. I made dinner and I ran a load of wash. The rest of the day I spent making a new header for me. Well, three of four of them but I only liked one. Then I made one for a friend because she is patient and tolerant of my need to rearrange the world around me.
Then I talked and talked and talked to my friend because she is patient and tolerant of my need to babble and be babbled to.
I need to have some down time. I need to have some time with my family. It seems we are so horribly over scheduled that we don’t have time for the little pleasantries of life and those are my favorite parts.
So why did I make MORE work? Because that work was something I wanted. Something for ME to do. And because I didn’t have to do it. I got to do it.
I think I need to GET to do more things instead of HAVING to do them.
There is not enough take to my give right now.