Feb 25, 2004 16:25
My life is scheduled within an inch of its life. After work I am running off to massage class or to dance class or to yoga class. This week I even have a massage for myself scheduled before yoga class. My schedule has been like this for, lets see...seven weeks now.
Being so busy certainly keeps me in the moment. I look ahead at my week or my day, and I think to myself how can I possibly do everything that I have to do? But then I remind myself not to think, just do it. And miraculously, it happens. The day, the week, unfolds as it should and continues on.
Usually I handle it without too much stress. I like being busy. It makes me happy; I much prefer it to not having enough to do. But this week my wheels are running down. I am tired and dragging, and wondering how I will make it. I think it might be because I did more last weekend than I had planned to. A friend who is without a car needed help with an errand. So I spent time driving around, which I find stressful, and missed my usually "do-nothing" hours.
Longing for Friday...
stress,
massage school,
yoga