We’re officially through the first week of January and I already feel myself slipping into overwhelmed mode. I’ve rattled off plenty of things that I’d like to accomplish now that we’ve been gifted this magical, new, seemingly unexpected clean slate of a year, but I’m suddenly feeling so much pressure that I’m not doing anything fast enough.
I need to chill out.
Does this happen to anyone else? Or am I the only one who constantly feels like she’s on some mad dash to a finish line that doesn’t truly exist—because, let’s face it. There will always be tasks added to the list. And they will always seem dire.
I need to put less pressure on myself. The world will not collapse if my to-do list is not complete. The universe will not cease to exist if every single one of my goals isn’t immediately realized.
No. I need to stop, take a deep breath and focus on one thing at a time. Today, that thing is our playroom. The reason? It’s driving me insane.