It’s official, exhaustion is mine.
It seems like the past five months have lasted a year.
There has been heartache, surgery and an all around effort to help others (constantly).
It hit me (out of the blue) how much I have to do in the next month. And, I suddenly feel somewhat overwhelmed and apprehensive (even though it’s all going to bring me to a lovely place).
I have kept myself so busy all these months that I literally haven’t had the time to think (it’s a great tool and much undervalued in life).
I’ve also spent very little time at home in the past three months(great for my energy bill bad for relaxation). So, when I arrive there on Wednesday, I have allotted myself approximately two days to do nothing.
This nothingness should include – doing nothing – sleeping – reading – catching up on recorded shows on my DVR – one on one puppy time and sleeping (did I mention that already?). After the two days expire I will begin the real work. Packing my entire home, reducing my belongings, finding movers and finding storage.
Here’s a little known fact:
I don’t do well under this kind of pressure (Truth be told I am a girl who requires a bit of supervision at times).
The good thing is that I am aware of my shortcomings.
The bad thing is there is nothing I can do to make it better (lists you say? I lose them. Trust me).
I’ve already begun dreaming about losing my little dog, only to find her later bubble wrapped and packed in a box marked valuables. No. Really.
What’s a girl to do?
Does anyone have a magic wand or a sprinkling of pixie dust?