Yesterday was one of those days. You know the ones? One of the days when you realize how much you want to get done and how little time you have to do it all?
I have about six billion and three things I would like to get done around our duplex at any given time. Instead? I sit on the couch. In a blanket. Cozy. Choosing to be oblivious. Y'all, I need to learn a better time management skillset. It's as if I can't do any of it if I can't do it all. And that's just impossible....to do ALL THE THINGS in one weekend or one night after work.
I don't want to work. Or I do, but I don't know what I want to work at. Being happy? Being wealthy? Being known? Being good?
I want my nails painted and my hair straight and my clothes not too tight and to look like I have it altogether and to actually have it all together. Is that really so much to ask?
It's so easy to feel guilty, too. One way or another. I want to have fun, but then there isn't time to do all the laundry. I want to go the laundry, but I don't want to miss out on life. Where. Is. The. Balance?!
I know I'm not the only one who feels this way. I know I'm not the only woman who fills up her planner and her mental agenda with more things than can be accomplished in 24 hours. I know I'm not the only one who wonders when she will get her big break. I just know I'm not. (For further proof, visit projectonpurpose.com!!)
I know God has a plan for me. And for my writing. And for my life with anxiety. And beyond anything I can imagine. Right now, I'm just on a mission to live more intentionally. Gotta start somewhere.
You are loved!