I have this problem. I load myself up with things I want to do until I am overwhelmed. Don’t know why I do this, I just do. And knowing that I do this makes doing it an extra special kind of stupid.

Right now, every day, I would like to: play my French horn, play my ukulele, sing, exercise, crochet, read, play on FaceBook, play on my Kindle Fire, blog, write letters (yes, I do actually still write letters – sometimes even on paper!), call friends and family, maybe do some sewing, do some cross-stitch.

Right now, every day, I should be cleaning my house, and run errands.

Right now, every weekday, I have to work (but only for half a day).

Once a month, I go to a craft circle. Once a week, I go sing with my accompanist.

I would also like to go to a ukulele group that meets every other Tuesday near me. And I would like to start going to a couple of piano bars I have recently learned about.

I know I am blessed to have many interests and talents. I know I am blessed to have a loving husband and home (and cats, don’t forget the cats). I know I am blessed to have such a full life.

I can’t even say I need time, because let’s face it, I piss away lots of time every day. And that’s my choice, and I need to take responsibility for my choice, live with the consequences – or change my choice.

Well, at least I got the blog done today.

Yippee?