I have always lived a very quiet life; simple, stress-free (as possible), and quiet. To me, “busy” was one of the worst 4-letter words ever uttered.
And now it seems like I am cursing like a sailor!
I just feel so damn busy.*
First of all, I have to go to work everyday, which puts a serious cramp in my down time.
Then we decided to sell our house and, while I have always kept a mostly tidy house, I am learning that “tidy” is definitely not the same as “clean” – so I spend much more time and effort making sure every surface is spotless in case we get a surprise viewing. When I do get a chance to sit down, I am scouring the internet for comparables and possible places for us to move to.
Also I might be losing my job, so I am updating my résumé, keeping watch for any upcoming opportunities, planning for interviews, and stressing about it all. I also might be going back to school, so I have applications to submit and courses to take and more interviews to plan for.
Then there’s our increasingly full social calendar - Phil is becoming quite the man-about-town and, thanks to Twitter, we are more aware of just how many things there are to do around town…and Phil likes to go to them all. Laughing and chatting and
eating schmoozing a few times/week is actually very tiring.
We are also becoming more mindful of buying locally sourced food, so shopping day consists of going one place for our meat, another for our bread, another for our eggs, somewhere else for our fruits and veg and one more stop for everything else – which takes a lot longer than just pushing a cart around the grocery store. And that’s only for the days when we’re not already
eating out supporting local businesses.
That’s not even mentioning the massages, and haircuts and mani-pedis that I can’t afford to ignore.
I am kept so busy, I think I may have forgotten how to turn on my TV.**
This is not the quiet, simple life that I am used to. I have so many balls in the air that it makes me dizzy, and I just don’t know how to keep up.
But before I can dwell on that for too long, I have to go buy my tickets for Indulgence. I guess I can cross June 11th off my dwindling list of days-I-can-relax-and-go-to-bed-early…
*To those of you that lead actual busy lives, mine would probably feel like a vacation, but its all just a bit too much action for me.
**Which may be one of the signs of the apocalypse.