When I was in high school, I joined pretty much every club, team and organization I could squeeze into my schedule. I remember starting out simple, with just volleyball and student council, but gradually, I began to accumulate commitments. Before long, I was booked from 7 a.m. to 6 p.m. nearly every day.
I don't know if I'm just destined to be busy, but it seems that no matter what stage of life I'm in --whether I'm working full-time, in school, or taking a break from it all -- I manage to exhaust my own free time. With an abundance of places to be, people to call, articles to write and stuff to learn, I tend to hit a point where there's just not enough time in the day to do it all. Sometimes, I drop one or two things on my to-do list, but more often, I spread myself so thin that I start to annoy the people around me.
Right now I think I'm on the verge of reaching this point. It's Mother's Day tomorrow, and in all my mountains of lists, I have no mention of cleaning the house, helping my mom with the yard or even making a card. Instead, I have managed to irk my mother with my undone laundry, pads of paper strewn throughout the house, and self-absorbed work ethic.
In trying to make this freelance thing work, I have somehow stretched myself into 12 different directions. And while it's quite exciting that the real me (and not Nicole Adamson the real estate agent) actually pops up if you Google me (don't tell me you've never searched for yourself!), my own family is unable to pin me down.
So please excuse me while I go take care of some important business. And be sure to wish your mom a happy Mother's Day!
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