If you read the blog lately, you may have determined that I'm a bit overscheduled at the moment.
I am not under the illusion that busy equals happy. I do not believe that doing more in a day makes me a better person or even a good person. I used to do more for others (people, organizations) than for myself (and my family). I thought I was doing good things, but I was not happy and my husband was not happy and my animals were not happy. Turns out all of us needed more of me, even if that meant I was *just* sitting on the couch with a book (provides ample lap area for two needy felines).
So, while I am currently juggling a few balls of various shapes, weights and materials, I'm feeling pretty, pretty, pretty good about it (props to Larry David on that one). Here are my haps:
NaBloPoMo: writing every day. What could be better?
NaNoWriMo: writing every day. Again . . . better? What?
Boot Camp, Round 2: Hey, I wore a skirt Saturday night that I couldn't fit my ass into last winter. Damn straight I'm signing up for another 8 weeks of this magic disguised as torture.
Starting a copywriting business on the side while running a business: getting paid to write. . . even better than just writing every day!
This is what is not happening in my life:
Making a big deal out of having twelve people for Thanksgiving: I'm over the "all must be perfect" stage of my life. I was driving myself and everyone around me nuts. We're just going to relax and enjoy, whether the house is immaculate or not.
Volunteering for anything: Sorry, community, I need a break!
Cleaning: The house is messier than it used to be. Get over it.
Everything I'm doing is for ME! Yay! For Me! I'm giggling over here.
1 comment:
Wow. You are doing copywriting as well? Good for you! You are my new heroine.
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