I said recently that it's impossible to do it all. At least it is for me. Sometimes (okay, often) I look at other women and they appear to have it all. To be able to do it all. Maybe appearances are deceiving or maybe I just haven't learned the trick yet.
On Wednesday mornings, I wake up early to do service work but from home. And often, I'm not busy with the work and can do other things. This morning, I didn't have the kids.
One of the coolest and wisest hours a man has, is just after he awakes in the morning. –Herman Melville
And although I was groggy when I woke up at 5:45, I was also excited about all that I wanted to accomplish. I wanted to finish my school work, hang pictures, paint a frame, and write. Well, I did my school work (most of it), hung a few pictures and started on the frame. Now, I'm writing. I didn't finish near as much as I thought I would. Part of the problem is that I flit from one project to another. Multi-tasking for me results in inefficiency. But I do it anyway. Oh, and playing Spider Solitaire didn't help.
My hours are quickly fading before the kids come back. And I could either beat myself up for not accomplishing as much as I want or I can be grateful that I gave a good start to a lot of things.
I think I'll focus on the later. I'm learning, albeit slowly, to give myself a break. While, I need to learn, perhaps, the fine art of focus, I also can appreciate that my mind is such that it is always seeking new adventures. New outlets for creativity.
Today, I will breathe. I will not care that I have a million unfinished projects throughout the house. I will look at it like the house is my studio and my projects, inspiration in progress. I will allow myself to be.