How did quiet little me get so busy? I was almost in tears this morning trying to figure out how to accomplish all the things I need to do. I so often feel like I am failing, and then I look at what I do in 24 hours, and I feel like Hercules. At the Aegean Stables. Oh wait, I just repeated myself. Or did I? At the stables, no matter how much he did, more was added, and that’s what happens to me as well. No matter how much I do, more remains to be done. If I catch up all the laundry, people are wearing clothes. If I clean the toilets, someone has to pee. It is literally never-ending. That’s just the housework. Then add in the internet work, the school, the other commitments, and it’s no wonder I feel overwhelmed. And yet all of it is important, and all of it must be fit into the schedule.

I read the other day online somewhere “I am never really done, I just fall asleep in the middle of my work, and when I wake up I continue where I left off.” It seems like a martyrs statement at first, but the more I think about it the more sense it makes. If I never expect to actually get done, then I can just stop when it’s time to stop. I think this is going to be pivotal thing for me in the coming months, because, ya’ll, it’s gonna get worse before it gets better.

Ok, a list for me to accomplish today:
clear my desk
organize the camera card
plan that pack meeting
laundry
blog, blog and blog
and also, maybe blog