So, I’ve got the weekend ahead of me, and I spent the morning reading and writing a bit. Then I went outside and worked in my yard and got some good work done. Now I’m going to do some more cleaning in my garage and fix things up a bit.
I’ve been meaning to do that for several weeks, but with the travel, I haven’t been able to get it done.
Now I’m back, and I’m taking care of things. And I’ll have more time this afternoon and evening, after my spouse takes off for a business event that will go into the wee hours of the morning.
I’ve got the whole evening to myself, and I plan to use it well.
I don’t want to get caught up in the crazy push-push-push that I’ve put myself through in the past, when I had time to myself and I stayed up later than I should have and didn’t rest. There was a lot that I wanted to do, but I overdid it, and then my Sunday was shot.
That did not help me at all.
So, I’ll take a quick nap once my spouse is on the road, and then I’ll get up, make myself some dinner, and have a nice productive evening, doing more reading and writing.
The old pressure from being crammed into a life I hated, with not nearly enough time to use, is gradually lifting off me. I have three more hours each day to do the things I need to do — including exercising, reading, and writing. I was so stressed before, knowing how much I wanted to do, how much I needed to read, how much I wanted to write… and never having the time, because I was so tired all the time.
I am now decompressing. I am getting used to not being under that constant pressure. And yes, it helps too that my neuropsych is back from their detour, and I will have someone to go talk to, in another couple of weeks. Just knowing there is someone I can talk to freely, is a huge help. It’s on me, that I don’t have more friends, but I just don’t have the energy to develop those kinds of relationships. Not right now, anyway.
Anyway, my writing projects are going well, and I’m feeling really great about my choices. I’m balancing my time between the writing I do for others, and the writing I do for myself, and they all complement each other nicely.
I just don’t want to overdo it.
So, it’s off to do more chores — clean up a bit. Tidy up a bit. Then I’ll come back home, get my spouse squared away, take care of a few more outstanding items, and have the evening to myself.
Life is so much better, when you actually have some time. Learning to be smart about it and use it well, is my newest endeavor, and it’s really working out.