Louisville is full of facades that have been preserved.
I don’t want to become one of them, just a face with no substance behind it.
I had a nightmare that I invited a bunch of writers to my house for a weekend retreat but had a conflicting commitment to serve lasagna at church and kept running back and forth between home and church, passing refugees as I went. Also, really nasty laundry was piling up on the kitchen counter. Is this just dream soup or a sign I’m doing too much?
My friend Charlie cautioned me two weeks ago about burnout. I’m not usually on the receiving end of such warnings. I take great care in knowing my limits and keeping a balanced calendar with breathing space. And yet, knowing pride goes before a fall, I considered his words.
I am presently involved in 2 12-week things that are running concurrently. I’m enjoying both, but…… Did I not see the overlap when I signed up for each of them? Indeed I did. One, though, has turned out to be a little more than I anticipated. What I thought would be a 1-1/2 hour meeting once a week has turned out to be 2-1/2 hours. The extra hour falls at the end of the evening when I would normally be climbing into bed. AND it’s a Monday night.
It’s funny how a little thing like that can throw off the entire week.
That commitment ends in a few weeks and I’ll see it through, but I’m pretty sure I won’t sign up for the same arrangement in the spring. Even though I won’t have the other 12-week commitment, I think having a late Monday night just doesn’t work for me.
This is small potatoes, but it’s also kinda big because if I don’t manage my own calendar, soon I’ll turn into one of those people who runs from one thing to another in a whirlwind of busyness with nothing left to offer those I care about most.
It’s an ongoing challenge, this calendar thing. There’s a regular need for reassessing and culling.