I am an all or nothing kind of girl, almost zealous in my attack on life. Yes, I said attack. I often attack life -- I'm either in a state of mere existence or in battle mode (that might qualify me for other initials out of the psychiatric book but we'll just keep moving).
So if one book on a subject is good, ten must be better. Therefore, I have a series of libraries on hobbies, careers, etc. that never panned out beyond a few weeks -- knitting, scrapbooking, etc. I don't know how to start something small, slow, or ... just insert any other sensible adverb here.
So, I didn't just volunteer at my son's school. I had to be supermom -- I'm there three days a week! Library, classroom, you name it! And I can go to school half time. I can work a part-time job. I can blog... ooh, let's just skip that one. Keep moving folks, nothing to see here. Just move along... So where was I? Oh, yes. I can. I can. I can.
The problem is I can't. I can't do everything. At least not well. Because I have bitten off more than anyone, even an Olympian can chew. Because I am tired. And when I am tired, let's just say that there will be no medal stand for my parenting, my school work, my blog entries... uh, I mean ... oh, heck! I don't even know what I mean anymore because I am so busy chewing. And chewing. And chewing.
The problem is when I do this to myself and something has to go... it's usually something that I do just for me. Because I can't let anyone down. Anyone but me that is. And I'm tired of letting myself down. So I need some balance! Like a gymnast on a beam. Okay. I over did it with the Olympic metaphors, huh? Plus I mixed the metaphors with Summer and Winter Olympics. See!!!! I am just a mess.
Back to balance. That thing I need. I can't pick it up at Target or order from a late night infomercial (something I have seen much too much of lately). So where do I find it? How do I find it? And if I find it, we'll I know what it looks like?
How do you create balance?