We are closing in on the middle of January. You know . . . January. The long, slow month of the year.
Whose long, slow month of the year, I ask?? Is it just me or is anyone else also feeling as if the days are flying by and as much as you try to pack into them, there's still a lot that doesn't fit.
In the summer time when I'm outside most of the daylight hours, I long for winter time when my responsibilities out-of-doors are down to bare minimum and I will have ample time indoors to do whatever needs to be done and then finally get at those things I want to do.
This winter I'm trying very hard to learn to be laid-back, to relax, take time for reading, maybe watch a movie or two, get enough sleep and, oh yeah, GET INTO MY QUILT STUDIO.
My life is not complicated. I do not work outside the home. My husband is not demanding. I don't have children or dependent relatives to care for. (Well, there is the dog and that aforementioned undemanding guy I live with . . . )
I had papers spread out all day yesterday trying to balance the check book, but did I manage to get it done? Nope. My husband is starting to look like Jeremiah Jones because his hair is so long. He's been asking for a hair and beard trim for a week now. Simple tasks such as these fill my To Do List every day and seem to get carried over for three or four or more days before I manage to get them done and crossed off. I haven't found (taken) the time today to make my morning latte. And it is now 3 p.m.
I know I have many interests and choices of pursuits I want to follow. Maybe that's part of the problem; these days we do have more choices and opportunities than ever before. I know I spend time each day blogging and corresponding with fellow bloggers. But that is a fulfilling, relaxing if you will, part of my life that I don't wish to give up in order to spend that time doing something else.
I'm sitting here thinking of all the things I could/should be doing rather than blathering on to you. About 99% of them are things I really want to do and would gain great satisfaction from. But I can't fit them all into my day. Or the next or the next.
Call me maladjusted but I'm actually getting panicky about the long, slow winter being over.
Okay. Prioritize. I need to prioritize and be happy with what I do accomplish. If the clock would just stop going around for about an hour, I'd take the time to lay everything out and do just that. Right after I go make my latte, that is.
P.S. A warning: The next person who says anything about winter dragging on or how much winter is still left or how they are suffering from being cooped up may get punched out. I'm just sayin'.