Balance? What's that?
For the past six months or so, I've felt incredibly busy. This is a problem, because I always feel like, Oh, things will be better in a few weeks, I'll have some free time then, etc. But then the free time never comes. Which makes me very frustrated.
On the other hand, I really enjoy everything I'm doing that keeps me busy right now. For instance, me and Conrad went on vacation, and three hours after we got back I jumped on a plane to Chicago for an impromptu trip. Or like the day after my birthday, which ended in a wonderful late night of surprise partying and dancing, we ripped up the carpet in the office and the stairs and replaced them and spent the whole weekend painting and laying floor. Or last week, Conrad left on a three-day fishing trip, and I spent the weekend out of the house at all-day parties with friends. I loved all those things; they were so awesome; but I am in dire need of some veg time. My fantasy is to have the house "finished" (complete all our projects--have I told you we're in the middle of the Apartment Therapy Cure?) and just sit, for several days, in it: reading books, looking out the window, making dinner.
Oh, I'm so wishy-washy. I'm not sure that if that situation presented itself, I wouldn't be itching for more action. What I can say for my life right now is that it is very interesting. I am intrigued by it. I don't know how anyone could possibly be bored, ever, because there are always a thousand things I want to do. Like tonight--I'm thinking about going to an adult beginner gymnastics class (in an effort to move closer to my life list goal of doing a back handspring). Oh, I'm too fascinated by the world for my own good.
Pish. Off to grab a burrito before I have to be in the office.
April
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