I went through this odd phase when I was youngen: I preferred to skate with my rollerblades on the wrong feet. Why? Good question. I think maybe I found it easier to balance that way.
Lately, I’ve been so exhausted. And so busy. And so tired. (Did I mention that?)
I’ve been inclined – nay, compelled – to reevaluate how I allocate my time. Because…
Every. Minute. Of. Every. Day. Is. Scheduled.
I only blame myself … because we know I’m addicted to … well, many many things.
Credit to myself: I’ve gotten slightly better at sacrificing. Case in point: I haven’t played ultimate Frisbee (my dearly beloved pastime above all others pastimes) in almost 3 months.
THREE MONTHS.
Because I had to make choices. I had to pick priorities. I settled on: Religion. Relationships. Obligatory financial responsibility. (Code for “the cubicle I must attend to all day because that’s what you do when you’re a grown-up.")
I therefore, often, neglect (sometimes willingly, sometimes with tantrums, sometimes with a large dose of guilt) any and all of the following:
frisbeecleaningmyroomcleaningmycarcleaningmykitchenlaundrysleepingeatinghealthyfoodexercising
But occasionally. Occasionally these things happen. And I hold my eyelids open, breathe, and enjoy.
Because, oddly enough, having ridiculously simple dreams in a busy, complicated world is sometimes the most complicated thing of all. Gills v. Oxygen.
Like rollerblades on the wrong feet. Why? Good question. I think, maybe…
