I’m so tense this morning. I meant to get up at 5 so I could knock out some of my journal work before my “real” job starts. But I was out late last night training my jewelry instructor in Photoshop (I teach her PS, she teaches me jewelry techniques for just the cost of the materials…sweet deal!), plus I had to take Dimetapp to counteract my allergies (she has a cat). So I was dragging at 5; it took me an hour to get out of bed. Which means I only got one of the journal projects done. And R is going to be gone all weekend visiting his parents, so that second project is going to have to wait until Monday.
This week I went on an overnight business trip (Monday), did some exercises for one journal (Tuesday, Thursday, Friday), took a metal clay class (Wednesday), and taught PS (Thursday). Anya cries every time I grab my purse now. I’m wrung out. And I didn’t accomplish much of what I set out to do.
I just don’t think I can do it all. Freelance for two journals, take a jewelry class, teach PS, and work full time. (Did I mention I was hired full time? I was, this week. Awesomesauce.) And then there’s grad school this fall, and of course Anya.
I do this to myself. I say I want to cut back, but once I do, I start filling my time up again. In my defense, I didn’t know I’d be starting FT this soon. But still…what am I doing? I should drop one, if not both, of the journals. Sure, I could dig myself out of debt faster if I worked them too, but I’ve got to sleep sometime.