There are over five hundred e-mails in my inbox. Probably fifty of them need to be answered.
There aren’t enough hours in the day. Utilizing all of them maximally leads to too much stress; underutilizing them saves sanity, but seems to have a detrimental effect on the to-do list.
April-May-June really sucked, personal-time-wise. July is half-over, and I feel like I’m still racing to catch up.
Here’s the thing: I haven’t been slacking. If anything, I haven’t taken enough time to just chill. And still there’s so. much. to do.
Right at the moment, I’m not stressed, which is why I’m able to post it. I’d like to keep blogging, but it takes time, and it seems to take up energy that I should really be putting into keeping calm and methodical about all aspects of my life.
Even given all of the above, I feel myself slowly getting a grip on all of the too-many things that need to be done in order for life to run reasonably smoothly. I guess that’s good, at any rate.
I’m happy. I just wish there were more hours in the day, not least to communicate with you.
I so hear that.