At any given time, I feel like I'm juggling a minimum of ten balls. Ten balls up in the air that could drop at any minute.
And sometimes they do.
Sometimes I drop a ball or two.
Lucky for me, they're usually balls I can pick right back up and toss high again.
September is a nightmare month for me. It has been for years. I'm just always really, really busy. September is only rivaled by November, which is also insanely busy. But lately I've learned to hate that word. "Busy". While I sometimes I do believe I'm busy, I also believe that I make time for the things I want to make time for.
Sometimes I could be working on bookkeeping things at home to get caught up at the CPA office, but sometimes I'd rather watch 6 episodes in a row of NCIS: Los Angeles instead. Sue me.
Sometimes I really need to do laundry, wash the dishes, and clean my bathroom. But sometimes I'd rather go to my best friends house and help her make fun of her boyfriend. It's a good time.
I guess what I'm saying is we're all busy.
And from what I've been told and from what I've seen, that doesn't slow down for year and years to come.
It's also not a new phenomenon. People have been busy for decades.
So today, I'm going to start trying to find a balance in my life.
I need to find a way to juggle as many balls as possible and only drop the ones I can pick back up.