My Mom, my best friends, and my doctor have all strongly hinted that I need to take stuff off my overburdened plate and de-stress my life. I agree; I just haven’t known how. I’ve talked myself in circles justifying every thing I do.
Today, however, was a bit of a wake up call. My boss told me he was giving me fewer tasks to complete since he felt I was too busy with other things. I had forwarded him a paper I wrote for school and he told me it read like I was running out the door. Which I was. Accordingly, he concluded I needed less work.
It wasn’t meant meanly. If anything, he did what no one else has been able to do…he saw how burdened I was and took it upon himself to lessen my load.
But you see, that’s work and work is fun. Work is not where I want to give stuff up. It has forced me to reevaluate – again – what I’m all doing. I came home and basically surrendered most of my authority in the club where I am president. And I have decided if people don’t pick up the slack I’m just going to flat out quit.
I can’t do it all.
I want to do it all.
This is a very difficult balance to find.