I spend more time thinking about writing than I spend actually writing. I think this may be the definition of procrastination. Much like I do with a lot of things. I'm tired of not having any time to me to do the things I really want to do. Sounds a little selfish doesn't it?
It's the same thing with writing and painting and well, anything that I once deemed to be important to my mental well-being. Maybe that's partly why I'm having such a tough go of things these days. Somewhere along the way, I forgot to take care of myself. How sad, but how true.
Nick is registered for school. They both still need to go shopping for school clothes and Beth is bugging me batty about her open house (I have to work) and ohmygoodnessjustgivemeachancetobreathe!!!!! But I take a few deep breaths and realize it's all a matter of perspective. I don't have to let it affect me the way it does. Easier said than done sometimes.
We won't even get into the other things that are affecting me so majorly. Let's just leave it at this: I am really down and it doesn't seem to be getting any better or easier no matter how much I try to just let things go. I feel like I'm on a tightrope that is frayed above a canyon filled with water and piranhas. Really. It's like that.
I'm off the next two days and having canceled my doctor's appointment, I'm now at a loss for what to do with my time. Maybe, I should go watch movies and relax and let the world spin without getting upset about anything. A trip to the grocery store is probably a really good idea since I'm tired of attempting to be creative with the stuff I have in the house. I will bet that my children would appreciate this. I think that's what I will do.