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Hello again… Hello

Hello again… Hello

I feel like I have traveled back in time… Things I’ve been taking for granted for years now have disappeared from my life. I have mixed emotions about how it makes me feel. About a month ago we ported our telephone, Internet, and television service to our new home. The problem is we don’t live there yet. The house is in the process of being gutted and completely renovated. We wanted to be able to keep an eye on the…

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Here and now…

Here and now…

I’ve been thinking about time a lot lately. I keep wishing for more of it (or the ability to not sleep). It seems like there is never enough time in a day to do both what you need to and want to do. I’ve been feeling torn. I have so many balls in the air right now, more than usual. I don’t feel like I can properly keep the juggling act going much longer. But I’m afraid to stop trying….

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Watchword….

Watchword….

I was scrolling through Facebook Friday morning while on the elliptical machine. I was trying hard to catch my breath. I wasn’t winded because my workout was so intense. I was just so overwhelmed and stressed. As a type A+ overachiever / people pleaser I normally strive under pressure. But right now, I have too many things going on all at once. I’m struggling to keep all my balls in the air, and it is getting me down. I am…

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And pause….

And pause….

I don’t know about you, but lately I feel like am going at 1000 miles per hour ALL THE TIME. There is never enough time in the day to do what you need to yet alone what you want to. My multi-tasking has taken on an all time new level… Which in a way is good. Or is it? I am more than addicted to my phone. It seems like I can’t be alone for a minute without checking emails,…

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round and round I go…

round and round I go…

“I’ve got it!” I exclaimed as the excitement got the best of me causing me to increase my speed on the elliptical machine. “What?” My husband questioned as he peddled on the stationary bike. “I figured out how to run this contest.” “Oh, goodie,” he said with no enthusiasm in his voice. Not that I could blame him for his lack of excitement. The poor guy just spent the last hour of his life answering “so what do you think…

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