Well, we all know that's not true, right? I always have words. Even if they're whiny, exhausted words, I always have words. And I have been plenty whiny and plenty exhausted lately, as things have continued to be chaotic in our house. Campouts. Construction. The addition of a cat to our family. And volunteer hell.
But I've had an epiphany about the volunteer part. I'm scaling back. Way back. What started out as a genuine desire to help, meet people, and have a little project to keep me busy has taken over my time in a way that's entirely unacceptable. "Little" things that people ask me to help with become very large things. Being part of a big group of helpers gets whittled down to just a few of us who actually do the work. And of course the big things that I agree to handle are actually much bigger than I anticipate.
When we started having kids, I stopped working so that I wouldn't have to miss anything. I wanted to be able to actually spend real time with them. Play with them. Take them places. But this way of being is leaving me less time with them than I would like.
So I'll finish out my old commitments and do a few small new things. But I've started saying no. As hard as it is...I've started saying no.
1 comment:
good for you for recognizing this. Good luck with that "no"!
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