About a year and a half ago a few of my friends had an intervention because I was too busy. Not joking. They told me they were worried I was wearing myself out and needed to cut back.
My initial reaction to this was something like this:
They don't think I can do all of this? They don't think I can handle it? They'll see.
And then:
Am I not handling it? Am I not pulling everything off perfectly? I need to do all of this better then. Move faster, sleep less.
Then, finally, I landed somewhere closer to reality and realized they were right, at which point I
put myself on a strict schedule of spending at least one night per week at home. Coming home from work and just being there - no new workout classes, no dates, no meetings, no dinners.
But, old habits really do die hard.
And I write to you today as one overbooked, underslept, caffeinated girl.
I fell off the wagon.
A few nights ago I was talking to Allie, as I was rushing home at 7:30 to be picked up for a date at 8. She said, "are you excited for your date?"
At which point I burst into her tears. Not your normal reaction to a date.
I'm running on five nights in a row of five hours of sleep. I am so behind on phone calls to my friends it gives me anxiety. I haven't had an unplanned night in two weeks - and have something every single night this week, not to mention a wedding shower to throw Saturday, a flight to Vegas Sunday and a flight to DC next week.
And the sickest part of all? I not only did this to myself, but I also kind of love it.
Argh!
An addiction to busyness is no joke, my friends.
So. I need a plan.
Always need a plan. [AKA: the problem]
Starting today - and from Vegas to DC and back to Atlanta - things stay the same. There's no way out.
But then, upon my return to Atlanta, I slow down. The last 10 days of February are being dedicated to what February should be dedicated to: full hibernation.
Just kidding. I'm not going to pack snacks and disappear for 10 days.
I am, however, going to force myself to leave two weeknights each of those weeks open. That's right. four out of 10 days. 40 percent. Almost half.
It's a plan. And I hope that with it I can finally call a few friends back and give them the focused conversations they deserve. Heck, I might even eat dinner at home and get to bed early.
With it, I hope I can get back to feeling like I'm doing the things I love and care about well, as opposed to doing the things I'm committed to at a mediocre level.
Lots of hope for this time ahead :)
I'll keep you posted on how it goes, of course.
PS: It can't go without saying that I'm super duperly excited about said events/parties/trips/opportunities and so grateful to be included. :)
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