So, I read and COMMENTED on blogs tonight. I haven't done that in a long time. It felt good.
I'm kind of kicking myself. I think that I have done it again: committed to too much. I started freelance blogging. Did I tell you that? A few months ago. So far, so good. In a way, it's fun. It's so amazing to be validated. That this hobby of mine? Yeah, it's actually worth something. It's also kind of more work than I was looking for.
Did you know I make lots of stuff from scratch? Partly for the whole health consciousness benefits, mostly to save money. And while it doesn't take a lot of time, it takes time.
And I started a book. I hesitate to write that. I have started, literally, dozens of books over the past 10 years. And in the last year I have written 80 pages. So, at this point, I'm pretty committed. But don't ask me to read it. Not yet. Maybe never. But that takes time, too.
And I'm still teaching my girls dance. And I'm cub scout leader. And I get called to substitute in primary more often than not.
That "good, better, best" talk has been floating around in my head. But the problem is, I'm having a really hard time classifying. How do you do it?
No. Really, I'm asking. How? Do you schedule your life down to the minute? Do you do the bare minimum? Do you sleep? I really want to know. Because, well, I could really use some advice right now.
And P.S. You can tack pink eye on to Tayleigh's list of afflictions. No school for her again tomorrow. This chick is going to fail second grade, I swear.