Wow, is it really Tuesday? This time last week, I was in Northern Ireland seeing the sights, and this time next week, I’ll be home.
So here I am, in Back-of-Beyond Scotland (which, while isolated, is possibly one of the most beautiful places on earth). Internet access is limited to dial-up only (yikes!) and I’ve had one phone call since June 6th. (That was my mom, calling to check in.) That’s left me with a lot of time on my hands. Time I’ve spent traveling back roads of Ireland and Scotland, time I’ve spent taking walks with DG and AC, time to think. And I haven’t had time to think in a long while.
Most of you know that I’ve been pretty stinkin’ busy the last seven months or so. I’ve run from pillar to post, out of the frying pan into to fire then into the spilled milk. I didn’t realize how busy I was until I left the to-do lists behind. I didn’t know how much noise was in my head until I noticed how quiet it was all of a sudden.
I finally relaxed for the first time in a long time.*
And I really liked it.
So, while I’ve been claiming for a while that I was going to cut back, I hereby state, in public, for the official record, that PC is no longer responsible for the Universe. I’m committed to a couple of things that I’ll see through until they are finished, but I’m practicing saying NO and delegating responsibility (ask Instigator and Smarty Pants about what happens when PC delegates).
I can’t promise that I won’t get really busy again; after all, I still have to run my corner of the world. But I can’t go back to the frazzle-fest that was my life until recently.
So I owe my baby B-I-L and new S-I-L a word of thanks. Granted, getting to their wedding contributed a bit to my craziness, but coming to their wedding has done me a world of good. Here’s wishing Heather and Jono a wonderful HEA.
And here’s wishing me a less stressed HEA as well...
Anyone else have to learn to say no? How’d you do it?
* Well, at least until DG took AC to the top of some very big rocks during some pretty gusty winds...THAT was tense.