The opposite of boredom
My life is really awesome. And if I were the F-bomb using type, I’d throw one of those in: my life is really F-ing awesome. I LOVE my life here in Nashville.
That said, I’m feeling overwhelmed with everything going on – and yes, that is a monstrous understatement.
I have a new job that is taking up every ounce of brainpower I can muster – mostly because I am learning how to think like the Internet thinks (funny – I thought it just knew). I wasn’t prepared for how exhausting starting this new job would be. Thankfully, it’s a good tired.
I have the world’s most amazing roommates. I have fantastic friends – the number of which is growing exponentially, meaning no shortage of social gatherings. I am involved in a church that I love. I’m trying to eat right and sleep enough and manage my bank account and purchase necessary plane tickets and maybe occasionally shower. And on top of it all, I am training for this blasted half-marathon – which is happening 2 weeks from tomorrow.
I am slammed.
Until future notice, I think that I’ll be forced to give up songwriting, keeping up with “The Office,” cookie baking, reading in all forms, and – the bane of my existence – phone calls of any sort.
Except with my mom and Greta, of course.
This is a season. Mama said there’ll be days like this, there’ll be days like this, Mama said. And I know that I’ll settle into a rhythm soon enough. Until then, I am experiencing the overwhelming, all-consuming, crazy-making reality of BUSYNESS.