Getting a Grip

I'm trying to get used to the idea that my life is not to be spent at my desk, doggedly writing.
I've been trying to keep track of parties and get togethers. Trying to plan my Christmas gift and decoration shopping, plan shopping to restock the house in general. Trying to get caught up on emails I tagged for reply after Nov. 30.
And trying to relax. Still haven't taken that bubble bath yet.
I had forgotten how complex life is.

(And there will be no warm weather vacation in my near future. Too expensive and I have too many other needs at the moment. Latest ideas for rewards - ficus tree for the house or... darn it, can't remember.)


Slick said...

I feel bad for you, for not being able to relax. sigh, I don't think I have ever had that problem, probably too much so. good luck with it though, enjoy a nice bubble bath or something equally fun and enjoyable.

Anonymous said...

I feel really guilty for providing you with the the famous Cutrell "hang in there to the bitter end" genes. JDC

Anne C. said...

On further consideration, I think that maybe it would be better for me to distinguish between goofing off and relaxing. I actually can relax while doing something, cooking or painting pottery or hanging out with friends.
I think my life's too full for me to go too long without actually doing things, unless, of course, I were to go into a deep depression where all I wanted to do was sleep on the couch and watch movies or read a book.