June 06, 2002
I’m busy. Frantically busy.
A quick run down of what needs to be done ASAP.
* press packet put together and mailed out
* travel articles written
* travel site finished
* spa article to finish and submit
* book proposal to overhaul
* create a copy of the book
* catch up on email
* update the site
* finish another girl newsletter.
All that combined with regular work, another high school reunion, two seminars, a lunch date and sleep. And in the midst of it all, I am happily puttering. In fact, I’m puttering and making tea.
Balancing a heavy workload and playtime has been something I’ve been trying to learn for over a year and am now just catching on. For me, it’s at the moment I don’t think I can stop that I ask myself to and what a world of good it does me.
I got all the important pressing work out of the way early this morning and then I stopped just before my head exploded. I switched gears to playing around with some design on my personal site, writing a love letter to my husband and a dishy letter to my friend. I happily chased the cat around the flat until the both of us needed to nap just a bit on the bed. Now, it’s raining outside and I’m winding down from my puttering with a warm cup of tea in my hand. I know that there’s more work to be done and I can do it now.
For awhile I was so scared to work that all I did was play and then I was so scared to play that all I did was work. By concentrating on just one thing I wasn’t of much use to anyone, especially myself. But by doing both my writing is enhanced as well as my moods and productivity.
Learning to balance has been a long hard road, and it’s still bumpy at times. But on days like today where I get to work hard and play a little without feeling stressed out or guilty about doing either one, I know I’ve at least learned something.