I’m a busy person.
I work 40+ hours a week as the school counselor to a group of wonderful young ladies. I run this blog, which is often overlooked and poorly managed, but I enjoy it. I’m working on a business (which details will be revealed sooner than you think) and working with/developing my team and having business meetings until 1am because they are on the other side of the world. And on top of all that I’m a mom/cook/housekeeper to a little boy who thinks (and is often correct) that my world revolves around him and his needs.
I’m also tired. Exhausted, really.
I’ve learned that idle hands are the devil’s workshop or some other bullshit like that. Anyway, at some point in my life I’ve convinced myself that I needed to be busy. That I do better when my entire day is scheduled and I have no time to slack off. Because, let’s be honest, I most definitely will put off for tomorrow what you can procrastinate today. But in my rising age, I have learned that I need to do better.
But HOOOOW, SWAAAAAY?!?
I honestly don’t know the answer to that. I’ve spoken with friends who live abroad and discussed how to create a work/life balance and in theory our suggestions sound amazing but most often things get out of control and we just keep moving until one day we are forced to stop. I’m learning to, in small increments, just stop and take a breath. Leave the building and walk around the block to get some air or to change the scenery. Haven’t quite gotten to the point where I leave my phone, but I’m working on it. Baby steps.
I’ve realized trying to be an artist of the occupied persuasion will leave you as emotionally broke as a struggling artist in New York City is financially. Another similarity? Eating cold pizza in the mornings because you just don’t have the energy or the time to cook anything.
We all gotta go better.
In the meantime, let me know what works for you in the comments. I could use all the help I can get!