so, this is totally me right now:
(note: this is not actually me - that's what Google is for!)
for the next month and half, I will be out of town every weekend. doing fun things like visiting family and going to weddings, but still - not here, not in my regular routine, not able to do things around the house, eating foods that I have prepared, etc.
and I'm. Stressing. Out.
I go to work and feel like I never get enough done there - I am working on a loooooong term project (going no three years on and off), and nearing the end of it, but I never feel like I get enough done with it. it's like every morning I forget how time consuming this project is, so every afternoon I go home disappointed in myself for not getting more done.
usually, getting home means I get away from that stress - I have never believed in taking my work home, so I just don't do it. ever.
but lately, in preparation for all of these out of town trips, and in combination with the million things I'd like to do around the house, there are tasks awaiting me as soon as I walk through the door to the apartment. laundry needs to be done, wedding presents needs to be purchased, the car needs an oil change and tune-up, wedding cards need to be made, transportation plans need to be made with friends, stuff eventually needs to get shoved into a suitcase, etc.
there is just not enough time in the day!
and I'm trying SO HARD to not let this busyness business disrupt my training schedule - I derailed a little bit last week, but squeezed that long run in Sunday evening (just in the nick of time!). I really, really don't want the stress of travel and planning for travel to disrupt my progress, or get in the way of runs, etc. in fact, running is how I de-stress! but it's a vicious cycle, where I go for a run to de-stress, then get home and realize I now have an hour less to do other tasks, and I get stressed all over again!
lately, my only "me time" during the course of the day is spent on public transportation, to and from work, because I'm forced to sit still and read for pleasure. there is truly something wrong with that last sentence.
I so wanted this summer to be jam-packed full of fun things, but now I'm re-thinking that notion...
... but if I could just have four more hours each day...