My schedule is starting to take a beating. Well, it may not really be my schedule as much as it is my psyche. I’ve been feeling a bit stressed about all of the things I’ve been trying to do lately, but, considering that I am actually doing the things that I’ve been wanting to do, I’m also questioning why I’ve been feeling stressed instead of challenged. In the end, it works out to my beating myself up again. That’s gotta’ stop.
Best I’ve been able to discern, my concerns relate to time management issues. In case you don’t already know, I am one of those people that would be fairly lost without my day planner. I like being ambitious, and I’m naturally prolific. I need to excel. The thought of only making a half-assed effort always haunts me.
Reevaluating a broader survey of my current interests and efforts, I have to give myself a little break regarding those waves of awkwardness I’ve been feeling lately. The truth is that, even though I’ve always wanted and aspired to coordinate as many interests as I’m currently involved with, I’ve never actually challenged myself like this before. And that’s pretty goddamned personal. I have to consider that it may not be so much that it’s more than I can chew as much as it may be my need to adjust to the rhythm of my own drum.
OK. Outta’ time. That’s enough of me wearing my heart on my sleeve for the moment.
