It's true, I do have a busy day. Tomorrow morning I start teaching two new courses for an online university which means today is full of material review, uploading information, setting up the gradebook and leaving welcome notes for my students.
That's in addition to the "normal" busy-stuff, like laundry and ironing and feeding furballs (and humans).
And that's when I realized that I always have more to-do and more "busy" than I can possibly achieve.
But here's the even more profound realization: I'm just not going to worry about it anymore.
- I'd like to grow my own tomatoes to make homemade spaghetti sauce. But that's probably not going to happen.
- I'd like to have a spotlessly clean house. I'm very sure that's not going to happen!
- It would be wonderful to play with the furballs for 30 minutes each every day. Maybe I can just let them take care of playing with each other instead.
- I'd prefer that I wash the dirty pots and pans before going to bed in the evening. Judging from the morning sink this past week, I've not done so well with that lately.
Sometimes the best thing I can do is go for a walk to Baskin Robbins with The Boy and The Niece. Or half-watch an old episode of Gunsmoke while grading papers. Or lay in bed for an extra 30 minutes, snuggling with The Boy.
It's fine. It's good. Life won't end just because the dishes aren't washed or there's dust on the bookshelves. But I'm pretty sure I'd regret not enjoying my days in addition to living them.