My mouth is full!
I have a problem with biting off more than I can chew. Making elaborate plans and then becoming overwhelmed so that I cannot follow through with them. I am better than I used to be about doing that, about cutting the things I have to do into bite-sized pieces. Heck, my morning routine is on my iPod to-do list in about nine different pieces--(get up, make the bed, shower, wash my face, fix my hair, brush my teeth, put in my contacts, have breakfast, ect...)--and each one I can check off my list makes me feel functional and accomplished. But then, towards the end of the day, the Adderall wears off, and I still haven't accomplished all I wanted to today, much less had any real time to relax and enjoy the fruits of my labors.
And that isn't even getting into the problems I have with this in the long term. I make about ten or more resolutions every New Years, as if I can somehow through sheer force of will transform myself into the perfect person I have wanted to be my whole life. It's too late to be the straight-A student and the daughter who keeps her room immaculately perfect, but I keep thinking that I can be employee who is always on top of things, who is never late, and the roommate who cleans the house every day. (Because apparently, cleaning it every week isn't good enough, in spite of my roommates both being very appreciative of that.)
I wish I had more time to write hubs, and to work on the book I want to write, too. ...And I wish that I could find a good time to quit Dr. Hollander's office and go full time with massage again now that I have bosses I actually trust not to burn me at both ends. But I like and respect Dr. Hollander too much to just up and quit without staying on long enough to help him hire and train someone new. Especially now, when his wife has just passed, and it is only a few months until ICD-10 is standard, at which point, we're going to need new software anyway.
And that isn't even getting into the problems I have with this in the long term. I make about ten or more resolutions every New Years, as if I can somehow through sheer force of will transform myself into the perfect person I have wanted to be my whole life. It's too late to be the straight-A student and the daughter who keeps her room immaculately perfect, but I keep thinking that I can be employee who is always on top of things, who is never late, and the roommate who cleans the house every day. (Because apparently, cleaning it every week isn't good enough, in spite of my roommates both being very appreciative of that.)
I wish I had more time to write hubs, and to work on the book I want to write, too. ...And I wish that I could find a good time to quit Dr. Hollander's office and go full time with massage again now that I have bosses I actually trust not to burn me at both ends. But I like and respect Dr. Hollander too much to just up and quit without staying on long enough to help him hire and train someone new. Especially now, when his wife has just passed, and it is only a few months until ICD-10 is standard, at which point, we're going to need new software anyway.