Mar 17, 2009 15:23
I've pretty much been running all-out since, oh, Thanksgiving. On fumes since at least my birthday, back in February.
Holidays, packing, moving, unpacking, parties, other social obligations, helping friends, birthdays, dating, travel, weddings, work, online drama...
You know, it's a good problem to have, but damn it, it's still a problem.
Looking at my calendar, it's been pretty full for four months. I've been feeling "hectic" for the last 75% of that.
Which is why I'm saying "bugger off" to all social commitments for the month of April. (Only exceptions: my best friend's birthday, and visiting my Mom. 'Cause yeah, I'm stressed, but I'm also not stupid.)
Of course, May is already pretty much fully booked, and will be at least as hectic as March is being. God.
I may have to take June off, too. At the very least, I really need to stop seeing blank weekends on my calendars as an open invitation to commit to something. Oh, and maybe book some of that time as "personal time" that doesn't get trumped by anything else? That would be healthy, I think.
And let's not even talk about all the writing that hasn't been happening.
Grrr.
being a grown up,
blather,
adulthood,
blatant stupidity