There are times when I feel as though I am trying to do too much all at once. I’m feeling that way this morning, a little overwhelmed. My situation is not at all bad. The tasks I have set out for myself very doable. I just have that weird anxiety where I am not doing enough, fast enough, well enough. I’ve always had that little nag in my head.
Thankfully, I am doing enough, well enough, and it’s all coming along at it’s own speed. I have two official jobs now; combined, 70 hours a week. When I’m at home nipping on coffee, I’m here writing this little blurb to the world; that counts as advertising. I have me a little travel book for writing verses and poems when I can, and I do write when I can. The momentum for schooling is there, granted I have some hoops to jump through. Still, progress is being made.
I do have a full plate. Actually, it’s quite nice. I’m doing things correctly, I just need to be present and keep doing ’em. If that’s the hardest part of it all, I’ve got it made. Showing up and sticking it out is my specialty.