I am crazy tired. Because I’m crazy busy.
I feel like there are a million things going on in my life right now and I am drowning under the emotional weight of them all.
Ever since that plane from San Diego landed, which feels like a freaking eternity ago, I have been go-go-go. Cheer practice started on the first day of school. I’m trying (and failing) to go to the gym regularly to try and maintain some sort of cardiovascular health so I don’t turn into Jabba the Hut. My Gifted Endorsement classes started last week and assignments are due every Thursday by midnight. Every routine doctor’s appointment I have falls in August. (They used to be in July. And then you have to wait +1 day, so eventually they all ended up in August.)
I still don’t know the names of all of the kids in my classes. It took me a solid WEEK to teach a short story that I can normally teach in 2 days.
I just can’t seem to find my motivation this year. Or my energy.
I feel like my productivity is stuck in one giant log-jam of funk.
And yet I know that if there were nothing going on and my To-Do list were totally clear, I’d still feel discontentment. Unrest. A lack of peace.
So, maybe Hamlet’s words are appropriate after all and there’s the rub.