Too Much to Do

The next week is going to be ridiculously busy. I hate super-busy. Some people thrive on it. It takes me down.

I can not, for the life of me, multi-task. I make multi-mistakes. How some folks do it effortlessly and accurately is so far beyond me, I can’t actually comprehend it.

It will end – next week must be lighter. (I meant to write that it will be lighter, but truly – it must. I can’t function on high speed.)

Back in the day, I would have refused to do things I’d committed too, but I don’t do that anymore. I said I would (over and over and to too many people) and so I will.

Back in the day, I would have turned to food, alcohol and/or drugs to get me through. And sometimes to get me out of doing things – I’d get myself too sick to do anything.

These days, I do what a grown-up does – occasionally kicking and screaming, but more often with some form of grace.

I will be tired, I will get cranky, I will become afraid that I can’t handle it all.

I will do what I am supposed to do.

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