If you were to ask anyone that has known me for a good chunk of my life to describe me in one word, I’m afraid that word would probably be “busy”. No, not smart or gorgeous or organized…not even creative. The overwhelming complaint I hear from my extended family and attempted relationship applicants is that I am too busy.
Looking back at my life, I would have to agree. I think this stemmed from my jr/high school days of being without many friends. I was bored. (This is also how I became an awesome reader.)I used to sit and stare at my calendar and make up things to write down. I wanted to be busy so I would feel like I mattered.
Moving forward. I feel I have done a lot of good stuff. I’ve raised some awesome kids, built a lot of furniture, made thousands of cards, taught numerous classes, and even gone on some adventures. I hope I will continue to do these things and many, many more.
Today, I am ready to just say no. I cannot do one more thing. I know, this is probably an invitation to the universe to dump a huge project on me, but I really don’t want to. I’m tired. No, not OLD, just tired.
It might have something to do with work. Maybe. I love my job, I really do. I love teaching and learning and being with awesome kids all day. I love the people I work with (even the loud eater) and the freedom my admin gives me to do what I think my kids need. It’s all good.
However. I have had so much training, and meetings, and input lately…I’m ready to say “Uncle!” You’ve heard the saying, “too much of a good thing”? I’m there. I’m cooked. I’m full to the top. I’m overflowing. I’m….
registered for a super awesome training on Saturday with SRP. I can’t wait!….
Can you say ‘intervention’?…
Cause I said so.
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