I started this blog post with a laundry list of all the things I have going on over the next few weeks. Funny that I should call it a laundry list as that has been a tough spot for me recently. I don't understand why it's so hard to find a clean bra in the morning or to get dressed somewhere other than the living room, picking my wardrobe from the clean clothes in piles on the love seat. But looking at the list I wrote kind of annoyed me. I have this eye roll thing I do when people talk about how busy they are and I was being that guy. Nobody wants to listen to that guy. Everyone likes to think they're busy no matter how varied the metric is for what "busy" means. There is no prize for being the most busy.
The calendar is tightly packed these days, but I'm hanging in there. I could say no to things if I really needed to, but most of them are things I want to do.
I have been seeing my therapist Gary for over a decade now. I also have been taking Zoloft for almost four years, starting that up after having Ian and not being able to turn off the churning in my stomach. Times like this, I like to pat myself on the back for not flipping out over my schedule. I'm not staying up all night working on a piece of garb before an event. I'm not bursting into tears at the end of the day. I'm just recognizing that things are getting close to full right now and I don't want to have them overflow.
But I'm still scheduling cool stuff for months from now and looking forward to the things this week, no matter how packed they are. It certainly gives me plenty of memories and blog material.