Time management is one of those things I have never quite gotten the hang of. I find myself with not enough time or giant expanses of it stretching out around me with nothing to fill the void.
Over the course of my life, I have, like most people, run headlong into times where I can't find a moment to breathe and I begin to feel overwhelmed. I am, at heart, introverted - my batteries are charged when I am able to spend time completely alone. When I am in those periods when I am going five hundred miles an hour, I start to get irritable- why can't everyone just leave me the hell alone? Why does everyone need something from me? GO AWAY! I'm not Greta Garbo- I don't want to be alone, I need to be alone. How come no one gets that? WAH!
I'll fess up: I throw a big ol' pity party and feel very sorry for myself. It's all very pathetic, to be quite honest. After all, I am usually the one that puts myself in these very situations that I then turn around and complain about! Silliness, I say.
Once I can realise that I am being patently ridiculous, I am able to be so thankful that I have people that love me enough they want to spend time with me and shift my perspective some: it's an embarrassment of riches to be so loved.
And I am. About that, I have no doubt.
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