I like routines. Not monotony, but routines. I don’t need my day planned out to the minute or even the hour, but I like to have a few general things I know I can accomplish. For instance, blogging. I was doing so well with posting one to four times per week, at the very least once a week.
And now it has been eight days. OK, so I am only one day past my goal. But this is symbolic of everything else during the past eight days.
I am a single gal, no steady guy in the picture, no kids. Then how can I be so busy? It’s simple. I think that since I’m single and free I can do anything and everything. I have lots of passions, love lots of people, and enjoy being busy. As long as I can keep up with it all while feeling balanced and healthy, I say bring it on.
As I look down the road to a few months from now, I realize I need to start saying no. Even for me, a self-proclaimed bold person who doesn’t worry too much about what other people think of me, this is a slowly developing skill. I don’t allow myself to feel guilty about saying no, because doing this means I can invest more time in a few things rather than letting myself become stretched too thin. Saying yes is just a habit, and people can be very flattering when they want you to do something. Note to self: keep ego in check also.
Then I must continue to say no. It is easy for me to not run for an executive position in an organization again once my term expires, but it is much more difficult to say no to the next brand new volunteer opportunity that comes along.
My first volunteer priority is spending time with Gabriel and Lucy. Then county political stuff. And everything else may have to phase out, unless it’s on a short timeline.
My apartment was an absolute disaster until Tuesday evening. Then I had enough. It was time to clean up. The same goes for blogging. A mess collects in my brain if I can’t write.