In all the goings on that is my life… some things continue to make themselves clear. I have this overwhelming urge to sometimes scream. I have this sense of knowing who I am and what I want and really get annoyed when people try in any way to diminish that. I have on more than a few occasions wanted to remind people that I am grown.
I have a wealth of ideas that keep springing up in my head. So many that I tend to keep several note pads in rotation at all times. I somehow manage to gather these thoughts into ideas and ideas into projects. I end up with more projects than I have time for. My mothers says I’m not happy unless I have 16 things going on at one time. That’s partially true. I am a creator.
I have lots going on all the time but it’s because I have so much in me to get out. I want to make sure I follow through with the dreams that run through my head. I’ve been doing that. I’ve been loving that. I want to do more of that.
Then I realize how short the days really are. I’m a wife, mom, author, producer, etc. But even though my plate is full, I am compelled to do more. Sometimes it seems impossible to get it all done, but I will.
I have been sick since last week and I started to think, “I should hire someone to help me with all of my stuff.” My friend told me that maybe I should have less stuff. Hadn’t even considered that. Not even for one minute.
Am I the only one with WAY too much on my plate?