Time is a bitch really, isn't it?
I complain about not having enough time but at the same time, I'm quite content to sit on my arse sometimes and do nothing. But those sometimes, it's because I feel a little like I'm wading through treacle. I think half the problem there is lugging this body around and the other half is that I'm just so bogged down with 'stuff'.
I said to Andy last night that I wish I could just hit pause. There's so much I want to do, or more importantly, THINK about. I just want thinking space. I have lots I need to give some proper thought and attention to but I just never feel like I have a clear enough headspace to do it.
My brain has enough crap
in it, small, assorted crap, but then something bigger comes along and just pushes
everything else out of my brain. And
whilst, that’s normal, it’s also really really hard to deal with, because some
of that small, assorted crap is also important crap, “Various things for
Guides, Woody’s lost his lunchbox, do we move house, do we move to Bromley, do
I get a different job, Scarlett has no clean uniform, what are we doing for
Christmas, what am I doing with Woody tomorrow as Andy’s in Blackpool, I need
more catfood….” It’s literally endless!!
*Cue Carrie Bradshaw voice*
How do we get thinking space in this busy world we live in? Am I just overthinking it all?