I feel pulled in a million directions at once.
I value every single person...every single project...on my list and am having a hard time getting it all done.
Like what, you ask?
Got a kid graduating. Don't want to miss a minute of her last year at home.
A HUGE series of consulting jobs on my "real job" plate. (And the squeaky wheel that pays money does get more grease.)
Another kid finishing basketball who wants Mom there to cheer him on. With two kids in basketball this winter, I've been to a lot of games!
Recently finished lesson plans that are SO. GREAT. and need to be written up to share.
Another kid, in kindergarten half the day; the other half of the day I always know where he is because I follow the path of projects he makes All. Day. Long. When my sister was here on Saturday we played one game. By the end of the game, boxes and other recycled items were taped into assorted stacks around the table; you could see where my son had been by looking at the trail. If he was added to the picture above, you wouldn't be able to see me at the desk because his recycled projects would cover every available surface. (All this to say that my house is ALWAYS in a severe state of clutter...and 9/10ths of it comes from one very busy little body!)
I want to write my blog.
Shoot, I want to write anything.
Although I love the posts on PBH for Grown-ups, I feel like I have the opposite problem from this:
“Whatever it is you want to do, you need to stop pacing back and forth on the diving board and just jump in the damn water. Getting wet is going to teach you a lot more than all the thinking you’re doing on dry land.” (from PBH for Grown-ups)I am immensely grateful for endless interests. For many people around to love. For work that not only pays me but inspires me. My cup truly runneth over.
But sometimes I just feel overwhelmed while trying to catch all that beautiful water. Beautiful, inspirational, loving, life-giving water.
Not complaining. Just vocalizing in case anyone else feels the same way.
Back to the fountain...