Perhaps it's just the life of a vibrant 31-year-old gal, but I've become accustomed to scheduling myself into the ground. Weddings, showers, birthday parties, vacations, dinners, appointments...it just never ends.
Today is April 1, 2012. Going forward, I'm already booked for nine of the next 13 weekends, putting me into July. Doesn't just the thought of it make you tired?
People always say that they follow my adventures on Facebook. "You're always doing something!" they say.
The truth is, I don't know where to draw the line.
Do I start declining invitations to good friends' weddings? Do I make up some excuse why I can't attend a dinner party? Do I fore go holidays and special events at home with my family?
I want to attend everything and see the people that I care about but, at some point, something's gotta give. Don't get me wrong. I have a great time at all of these events but I have come to the realization that I can't do everything...and, unfortunately, I can't be in more than one place at the same time.
I need to relish and, perhaps, publicize the times when I'm in my pajamas on the couch watching a "chick flick" on a Sunday afternoon or catching up on some laundry so that I have clothes to wear to work the next week. (All of which, by the way, I'll be doing today.)
I'm going to give it a whirl.
Hopefully my next blog will be titled "Girl's Night In: The True Story of a Girl, a Mint Julep Mask and Take Out".
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