It’s almost Friday. Almost Friday means I only have to get up early one more day this week. Almost Friday means I don’t have a 14 hour day tomorrow. Almost Friday means I have time to breathe. I’ll have time to sit and relax. I’ll have time to play with the puppy and the kitty. I’ll have time to journal until I’m done, not until it’s time for the next thing I have to do. I’ll have time to play Rock Band with Kevin and watch movies and cook dinner. I’ll have time to run a 5K for Marian House on Saturday morning (support me! Marian House is awesome!). I’ll have time to weave and knit. I’ll have time to attend a play. I’ll have time to grill out and sit around the firepit with friends and drink cider and enjoy the fall weather.
Hmm…I work all weekend too. My weekend is sounding pretty full already. There is so much more I want to do, and there isn’t much I’m willing to give up. I already don’t watch TV, and I just can’t function like a semi-normal human being with fewer than seven hours of sleep. So what gives? I know the value of taking care of myself, and I try to be careful to do what I need for me. That’s what all those things in the first paragraph are about. But at some point, I have to read for my classes, and I really need that paycheck, and I need to clean out my office for a new roommate who is moving in this weekend.
Sometimes I fear I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, and I have to remind myself that I graduate in May and that I love what I do. I love being in school, and I love my internship, and I love this work preparing for the diaconate. But it’s hard to find a balance.