Yesterday I spent a great deal of time poking around online doing this and that (you know how it goes)
Then I spent the rest of my day embodying the whirling beachball of doom (as seen on macs everywhere trying in vain to load something). It took me forever to get NOTHING done.
This summer all of my work time will be in the evenings, which should make it easier to schedule time at the Y for yoga/pilates/etc. Exercise is key. I know this.
It always feels like I don't have time to take care of myself because I have too many other things to do. And yet I know I will be better able to do all these things if I take better care of myself! How come knowing what you need to do isn't enough to make you do it? I guess if I could answer that I could completely wipe out the whole self-help industry.
This morning I manically cleaned out the hall closet. All over the living room. We are still suffering the after effects. Then I spent the rest of the day helping out with the field day "olympics" at my sons' school. By the end of the day I was wiped out.
Quaker, teacher, parent,