Bitten off more than I can chew

Simple-foodHave you ever felt you’ve bitten off more than you can chew?

I’d like my life to have the serenity and simplicity of this photograph, but at the moment it feels more like a super-sized Big Mac eaten at speed!

Over Easter I took a Peace Break. It was wonderful, and it brought home to me a hard truth: I am not superhuman.

Because, you see, I want to be. I want to be one of those women who go through life effortlessly juggling families, friends, careers, hobbies, housework, volunteer work at the soup kitchen and travel, and still find time to home-study for a doctorate while saving the world on the side and having an intense spiritual life. Yes I know those women don’t really exist, but they appear to, and that’s what bugs me. It makes me feel less.

Overload

I took a rough inventory of my current “stuff”. Here are the highlights:

  • My day job (working as recruiter for a wonderful charity supporting adults and children with complex learning disabilities) is about to get really manic for a few months as our services expand and we recruit to fill them. I’ll be travelling around the country with a lot of overnight stays.
  • I’m failing to give enough attention to the Wholesome Food Association (an organisation I run which provides an alternative to organic certification for people who grow and sell food in the UK on a small, local scale).
  • I’m doing everything at the last minute (I’m giving an Enneagram workshop this Saturday and haven’t even begun to prepare it).
  • I’m way behind in a course of study I embarked on at the beginning of the year.
  • I have a corporate tax return to complete by the end of this month.
  • I have a half-written book on my computer.
  • I’ve never fully developed an on-line course here at Pilgrim’s Moon, which I think you’ll really enjoy once it’s finished.
  • I have half-finished craft projects all over my study.
  • I have two business ideas and websites in development which haven’t got anywhere for six months.
  • I have 452 unread emails in my in-box.

I’m yelling at my poor cat, not seeing enough of my friends, frittering time on social media, wasting money because I need to sort out my finances, not exercising, drinking to relax and, going back to where we started, feeling sluggish and greasy because I’m eating too many take-aways. (I haven’t yet sunk to the depths of a Big Mac, but that’s mostly snobbery!)

Blogging Sabbatical

So here’s the thing: I’m taking a blogging sabbatical.

I’m tired. Tired of waking up in the early hours panicking about everything I’m behind with. Tired of living an overstretched life. Tired of not doing things well. Just plain tired. And tired of pretending not to be!

Quality not quantity

I need to make some hard choices, and I don’t want to put out poor quality articles here with regurgitated ideas. So I’m not going to be writing at Pilgrim’s Moon until around the end of July. I hope you’ll stick around and join me again then, and that I’ll be able at that point to deliver some high-quality original writing and ideas. I’ll send out a newsletter when I’m back (so if you’re not on my mailing list, click here to join).

I’ll still be around on the Pilgrim’s Moon Facebook Page and reading other people’s blogs, and looking forward to catching up with you again soon.

Meanwhile, loving wishes to you all.

 

Photo credit: Agnes Leung

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