My whole life, at the moment, feels like a ‘to-do list’ and I don’t have young children to look after, or even a 9-to-5 job and perhaps that’s the problem. My ‘job(s)’ never seem to end!
I am sure you are nodding your head sagely ‘I know, I know’ (or maybe you’re gritting your teeth and muttering, ‘Stressed?! HER? I could tell her what stress is!’).
Perhaps I’m not using the right word. Maybe I’m just ‘busy’ but anyway, ‘Doctor, doctor, here are my symptoms’:
1. I am always rushing. There’s never enough time. I am always writing lists. I am irritable.
2. I never have lunch until after 3pm (when I worked in an office, I was so bored, I’d usually eaten my sandwiches by 11am).
3. I don’t get chance to do any gardening (which I really want to do! The summer will be over before I can get out there!)
4. A month ago, I finally bought a steam cleaner (yes, I’m sad, but I really wanted one!) and IT IS STILL IN ITS BOX. UNTOUCHED.
5. We’re going away tomorrow, straight after my class, to the Isle of Wight and it’s making me stressed because I’ve got too much to do to go away (and I was away last weekend and I just want to stay at home and potter!). Oh and I haven’t packed yet. Of course.
6. And finally – and worst of all – I don’t have enough time for my own writing. I have a deadline (self-imposed but there is a reason for it) to produce an e-book of short stories by 10th July and, apart from tinkering around with a title and making a list of the stories I want to include, I’ve done nothing!
On Monday I sold a story to Woman’s Weekly and in the lovely acceptance email, the editor said, ‘More, please!’ which is great – and I would love to give her ‘more’ but I don’t have time.
So, something has got to change, something has got to go.
Anyone got any tips or advice on a) de-stressing and b) making sure that one’s own writing doesn’t fall to the bottom of the ‘to-do list’?!
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