End of a week

Friday is the Hallelujah it’s over day. The day I look forward to these days. While I love the direction my life is going, the time committment to it is staggering. I am ever edging closer to needing to  either get a better handle on time management or acquiesce to working off the clock. I am resisting the latter with every ounce of my being. Time is the ever elusive thing that I am chasing. I never have enough of it. I have endless things to fill it with.

Tonight I will do none of those things. I will pick up dinner on the way home and a gallon of milk for the morning. I will spend some time reading or maybe writing. Then to bed early. There is no one home; no one will be home until Sunday. The weekend is filled with homework and prep work, errands and cooking. It will be full and not really restful. Not the kind of rest that I need anyway. It will be quiet.

I expect that despite the lofty goals, I will spend my in between moments not doing anything creative, but instead, spend it doing something easy and low energy. That’s more realistically what I can handle. I don’t have the energy that I did twenty years ago. And I hate even thinking that much less writing it. But I have to face that my capacity is being drained. If I don’t figure out how to adjust and balance, then this well be less a change day by day than the new lifestyle.