Monday I was trying to get the laundry finished before I went to sit with my MIL. Yesterday I had a critique group/mini workshop to go to. Before I leave the house, I really like to exercise, eat breakfast, drink coffee, pray, figure out dinner, and blog. Not all of those things are always possible, and though I may not pay initially, not doing something often has a backlash later in the day.
I'm really not obsessive compulsive about stuff, but there are those tasks that help my mind focus. Completing everything makes me feel like a super mom (not that I need to be) and that I have my shit together. If I don't get something in, like praying, I feel like I'm crashing through life without direction.
It made me laugh yesterday when one of the gals in my writer's group thought I was very organized. For the most part, I don't feel organized, but I guess when I look around, I am. There was no way I was going to stand there and tell her I wasn't organized because I knew I put a crockpot on for dinner before I left the house.
Maybe I don't feel organized internally. I really hate rushing, even though I often do. I'm trying to learn to hold back, let some things go, and take life as it happens. One of the things that makes me lose focus is when I cram everything in a couple hours before I leave, because then I stumble out the door in a panic.
It's a fine line I walk many of my days between getting what I need to get done for my own sanity, and trying to do too much in a narrow window of time.
I mean, really? What's the rush?