I’m feeling a little wrecked, you guys.
I am tired despite sleeping 8 hours. I feel uninspired to make plans and when I get home, overwhelmed with too much to do having come from a job where I feel that way all day. I have three blemishes on my face. And wrinkles. And bags under my eyes.
This month launches my busy season at work with fundraisers in November, December and then once I return from holiday break, go-go-go time for my March fundraiser. Add to that two open apartments and very few takers, things breaking and needing repair constantly around the building and some pretty nasty run ins with The Music Man- oh and this morning my upstairs neighbor found a leak above his bed- I am wiped the fuck out.
I agreed to sell my wares at a holiday craft fair alongside my sister. At the time I thought I could pull it off though I was hesitant knowing how my life can go from la dee dah to holyfuckingshit in the matter of minutes. I’ve managed to eek out seven (only 7!) felt bird pins to sell and the show is December 5th. I am thinking I will be lucky if I have 20 to sell. This is not good. But when do I have time to craft?! I haven’t even done my laundry in two weeks and now the laundry room is closed for repairs until Saturday. (Commando!)
My life is a bit out of balance at the moment. (Hello! Understatement!) It’s no wonder that working out is taking a back burner. I’m trying to not beat myself up about it. I’m trying to not feel guilty that I don’t have time to spend with everyone I love. I’m trying not to scream I AM DOING MY BEST! Apologies if I am delayed in responding to emails, texts or calls. It is definitely not personal. I wish I had a clone of myself. I’d give the clone all the mundane, annoying crap and I’d run around hugging everyone.
There is not enough hugging in my life. Or kissing. . . but let’s not go there.