I will never, ever be caught up.
Never, until I’m dead.
So I might as well just quit.
I huff, plop down in the recliner, and open a novel. I am a mama in rebellion.
But I know I won’t quit forever, and I know that my momentary “quitting” will simply create more work for me later.
Why is it so hard to find balance?
I know how to drop the list from time to time, to seize a moment, to notice and give thanks.
And I know how to barrel through and get stuff done.
But-- perhaps this is the next level of the game--- I do NOT know how to get stuff done when it is only SOME of the stuff, and when they help me do the stuff, or when they talk constantly while we are all supposed to be doing stuff.
How does one balance listening and loving and efficiency?
I am not afraid of work.
But sometimes I am afraid of who I become when I work. I’m not sure how to try to get stuff done without turning into the lunatic who wants everything done right this second.
A hard working worker pushing hard after task completion is a dangerous person.
It’s not that I need an immaculate house. I just want to feel caught up.
And so often I feel like all things and all little people in the world are conspiring against me!
I want to “feel caught up.”
What does that even mean?
What would it take for you to “feel caught up?”What is this elusive goal we chase after so hard?
Please share your thoughts.
More posts on tihs topic coming soon.