I've worked on my secret project, worked on a website, edited photos, deleted photos, tried to type a paper or 2... None of it is sitting right. None of it is hitting the spot. Kind of like coming home from the grocery store, and not being able to find anything to eat. That kind of night.
There's tons on my plate. Some of those things might be really good things. Some are eh. Some are stupid adult things, like bills, and things I'm positive God never intended on us having to deal with. ( I kid). And maybe that's where I'm going a wee bit nuts. I might have gotten some pretty good news. I might be working on something really great for me. I might possibly be doing something right. Maybe. Possibly. But I don't know yet.
Then again I might have been too busy over the past few months, and I might have hit ultimate burnout.
I always wonder if successful people (you know the ones you love to hate, and hate to love, but have to stalk on the inter webs) are as indecisive as I am? Surely they can't be, but have they always known what was the right path? Or did they write attention deficit rich blog posts late at night about how they have no clue what to do like me?
One of my goals for my year of living with purpose is going to have to deal with my busy factor. I need to learn to stop doing at night, and to relax without working on something. If you were to see my chair in the living room you'd see a pile of yarn with 2 unfinished afghans, a pile of DMC floss with even more unfinished bracelets, a sketch pad, a notebook, a pile of books, my laptop, my phone, my tablet... Doing is what I find relaxing, but one can't be doing while spending quality time with the family. And living with purpose includes making every moment count for your family as well.
Living with purpose, while your mind is buzzing around like a bumble bee... I'll get there. One goofy sort of night at a time.
~Emily
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