I feel like a Gumby doll that has been pulled in every direction and hasn't bounced back into shape yet. I'm starting to wonder if maybe I've passed the limit of elasticity, and I'm going to be stuck as a wrung-out twisty lump for the rest of my days.
If only there were more hours for knitting, gardening and yoga in the week. I feel quite sure that I could deal with all this stress better if only I would fight it harder... hm, does that sound wrong to you, too?
But just as a little heads-up, in case you were thinking of asking me to do something: please don't. Chances are I'll say yes, and then there will be one more thing for me to gripe about, and HWWLLB will not be a happy camper, and the knotty muscles in my neck will get worse. I need to learn to say 'no' more often! Or get more massages.
Mostly I am regretting saying 'yes' earlier this year to taking on a committee that was desperate for someone to be in charge of it. I thought, "I know how to do this, it will be no sweat." But you know, just because you know how to do something, doesn't mean you can make the time to do it well. If that lesson hasn't smacked me in the face a dozen times already, here's another. Maybe this time it will take!
Perhaps the next step is to make a list of things that are stressing me out, and things that are making me feel better, and then to cross off stress-inducing things, and pile on more nice things, until they balance out. Lists are very comforting, because even if you don't actually use them for anything afterwards, at least you made a list, and that's doing something, right?