I thought by now, already into October, that I would have a better grip on my time. I thought these magical free days would leave me knocking long-awaited chores off my three-year-old to-do list.
Somehow I find myself busier and busier. A few of the things keeping me busy are deadlines that will soon pass (unfortunately all volunteer, not for pay) and I will get to move on to the next thing.
I have walls to paint.
I have rooms to organize.
I have books to read.
I have articles to write.
I have naps to take.
And none of it is getting done. At least, not yet. But I still have high hopes. Just maybe not sky high. A more reasonable high. Maybe I should set my hopes very, very low, so that I am more likely to gain momentum.
Maybe I’ll just go have some chocolate and see what happens.