I have so much to do. I have the time to do it, but it’s just a lot. Sigh.
I want to be better about this. I’ve gotten used to be overwhelmed, and I don’t like it. I used to have more space in my brain for things I enjoyed. Lately, I just feel guilty whenever I’m not being productive. I don’t know if I’ve really articulated that to myself quite so succinctly until just right now.
Part of it is that I’ve turned a corner on my writing. And I’ve wanted to seize that, and rightly so. But, it’s gone too far. Not exactly out of control, but too much. I want to be able to go to bed at night and read a book. I want to spend the evening with Liz and not be stressing about the work that I’m not doing.
It means cutting out some stuff. Or cutting it down, at least. We’ll see how that goes.
Night night.