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That's it, then. All of the projects that I've been working on and throwing myself into and filling all my time with for the past couple of months are done.
The Bake Sale and Crafts Fair is over. More successful than it had any right to be, and in the past. The Boston Babydolls show closed last night, also much more fun and successful than I ever would have guessed it would be. Even the side projects I was working on are finished - the jacket I was making for a friend's daughter, and the blanket for their new baby, are both done and awaiting delivery.
No more rehearsing three nights a week. No more writing letters and begging for donations and running around collecting raffle prizes. No more spending my days off putting up posters and filling every spare minute with putting together crafty goods to sell. I don't need to make another coaster or bookmark or flower pin ever again if I don't want to.
I've spent the past couple of months running at a breakneck pace, working extra hours whenever I can, rehearsing, putting together events, and generally trying to get far too many things done in far too short a time. And for the moment, now, I am caught up.
And so I am giving myself a gift, of the entire month of May. I'm going to take a break, catch my breath, and take some time for myself.
I'm not working too many hours. I've scheduled enough days, but most of them are short. I was worried about this, because my instinct is that I need to WORKWORKWORK as much as I can, that any hour that I'm not working is lost money - but I'm earning enough, and at least with the census, we're not at risk of starving. As alien as it is to me, I can afford to slow down for now.
I'm not taking on any new obligations. I'm not running any events for anyone, planning any major undertakings, teaching anything, performing anything, or organizing anything.
I am going to do things I want to. I am going to put my garden together. I am going to read my favorite books, and walk, and maybe get back to Middle Eastern Dance class - but only if I want to. I am going to see people I haven't seen in far too long, and make things I want to make for myself. I am going to cook dinner again, instead of eating takeout or scrambled eggs three or four nights a week. I am going to sleep more than six hours a night. Maybe I'll go to the movies. I am going to take it easy, catch my breath, and get my life back on an even keel.
At least, this is the plan. Admittedly, those who know me and understand me have started placing bets on how long I last before I start wandering around like a lost soul, whimpering that I'm bored, lonely, and feeling useless, and start seeking out new ways to overcommit myself and make my life hectic again (current bets stand at 10-14 days, with one optimistic outlier predicting a whopping 17-18 days before I break down and fall off the wagon).
We shall see. Right now, I have the rest of this week to get through, working and tidying and wrapping up odds and ends, but looking forward to even the option of relaxing is near-intoxicating in its beauty. All of the things I've been part of were good, and necessary, and fun - but I'll also be glad to have my life be my own again, for a little while....
The Bake Sale and Crafts Fair is over. More successful than it had any right to be, and in the past. The Boston Babydolls show closed last night, also much more fun and successful than I ever would have guessed it would be. Even the side projects I was working on are finished - the jacket I was making for a friend's daughter, and the blanket for their new baby, are both done and awaiting delivery.
No more rehearsing three nights a week. No more writing letters and begging for donations and running around collecting raffle prizes. No more spending my days off putting up posters and filling every spare minute with putting together crafty goods to sell. I don't need to make another coaster or bookmark or flower pin ever again if I don't want to.
I've spent the past couple of months running at a breakneck pace, working extra hours whenever I can, rehearsing, putting together events, and generally trying to get far too many things done in far too short a time. And for the moment, now, I am caught up.
And so I am giving myself a gift, of the entire month of May. I'm going to take a break, catch my breath, and take some time for myself.
I'm not working too many hours. I've scheduled enough days, but most of them are short. I was worried about this, because my instinct is that I need to WORKWORKWORK as much as I can, that any hour that I'm not working is lost money - but I'm earning enough, and at least with the census, we're not at risk of starving. As alien as it is to me, I can afford to slow down for now.
I'm not taking on any new obligations. I'm not running any events for anyone, planning any major undertakings, teaching anything, performing anything, or organizing anything.
I am going to do things I want to. I am going to put my garden together. I am going to read my favorite books, and walk, and maybe get back to Middle Eastern Dance class - but only if I want to. I am going to see people I haven't seen in far too long, and make things I want to make for myself. I am going to cook dinner again, instead of eating takeout or scrambled eggs three or four nights a week. I am going to sleep more than six hours a night. Maybe I'll go to the movies. I am going to take it easy, catch my breath, and get my life back on an even keel.
At least, this is the plan. Admittedly, those who know me and understand me have started placing bets on how long I last before I start wandering around like a lost soul, whimpering that I'm bored, lonely, and feeling useless, and start seeking out new ways to overcommit myself and make my life hectic again (current bets stand at 10-14 days, with one optimistic outlier predicting a whopping 17-18 days before I break down and fall off the wagon).
We shall see. Right now, I have the rest of this week to get through, working and tidying and wrapping up odds and ends, but looking forward to even the option of relaxing is near-intoxicating in its beauty. All of the things I've been part of were good, and necessary, and fun - but I'll also be glad to have my life be my own again, for a little while....
