How do people with jobs have kids and social lives? I can barely remember to pay my bills, much less pay attention to something/one breathing. (And yeah, sometimes I forget, Cox Communications!)
I should have known today would be crazy when I saw a snake and nearly got run over by a wayward school bus on my early morning run. But no, I ventured back out into the world after my heart rate declined. Then I went to my one scheduled meeting for today, which turned into two more, which led to crashing a brunch, followed by another meeting... so I finally headed to my office at noon.
Meetings are truly the bane of my existence, but this morning's were super productive. I left with my brain filled with ideas and 23 new things on my to-do list. I accomplished four of 'em by the time I left my office at 6:45. When did my life become so crazy?
Luckily for all of you, I'm never too busy to to tell you how busy I am.
I had an epiphany driving home tonight while putting things on my calendar and simultaneously making social plans via text: my life is crazy because that's the way I like it. I love to be busy, feel needed, and be motivated. I asked for a full calendar, lack of sleep, and work stress. Because, in the past, I've had jobs with little responsibility. I've had days when I finished my tasks seven hours before quitting time. And I've experienced being able to leave the office and turn off my brain.
And I loathed it. So I'll take the craziness, the never-ending to-do list, and all the other trappings of my busy, stressful life. Fill up my calendar, kids. It makes me feel needed.
Still wonder why I'm single?
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