I have always been busy, as far back as I can remember.
I also have never had the desire to slow down.
I enjoy my less-crazy life. I have become one with my AMAZING Sleep Number bed. I know the intimate details of my recliner. I can sit, and just be.
But old habits die hard.
Now, I have been working hard to get the Lyme out of me. And things are going well. Well, not WELL. I STILL have bitterness about the whole, "3-5 years of treatment, followed by remission rather than cure" bullshit. But, as well as can be expected.
You see, I have been in treatment since Jan. 2012. So, only 1 year. And, my energy is at about 70%! Big stuff, y'all. Last year, I told Dr. Lyme I was at 10% for energy. So, leaps and bounds, for reals.
But, not everything is coming back at the same rate. Neuro stuff, still a train wreck of the gargantuan, midget-porn-meets-That-Creepy-Lady-with-the-catlike-plastic-surgery variety. Translation=still working hard to remember where my keys are, then where my car is, and did I drive or take the bus.
But, since the energy is ramping up, so is the motivation to go back to Old Aimee. (Not 40 year old Aimee, but batshit-crazy-plan-out-every-freaking-minute-of-every-hour-to-the-detriment-of-all-relationships-Aimee.) And then I plan. I plan, and schedule, and look ahead.
Then, someone calls me. Or I check my email.
And I realize I am back to double-booking. And, triple-booking.
See, I co-lead Princess' Girl Scout Troop. And, I own a business, which I go visit from time to time. More so when things are not going well. (I still have amazing ladies that keep all those balls up in the air like magic, so I am VERY fortunate.) But, I micromanage my teen's homework, and I am the main motivator for a family of four. So, me being all plann-y plann-y has gotten shit done.
Then, cue sickness. Cue pity parties. Cue pairing down of obligations.
But still, I must DO. Do stuff. Go places. Have things happen.
And when I forget to note them in the handy dandy smartphone, the set of carefully poised juggling balls comes crashing down into my head.
For instance, Princess wants to go to Girl Scout camp. Many of the other girls do, too. So we planned to attend an overnight campout, put on by others (instead of me doing all the work, brilliant, no?) So I booked it.
Also, I booked 7 nights near Yosemite at our timeshare.
The same time. Grrrrr.
I booked THREE THINGS for one day. All happening in different counties. Double Grrrrr. So, of course, I had to revamp, rebook, re-prioritize.
Hopefully, no one will hate me.
And it might just work out.
But in the meantime, I have to figure out how to not overbook. Maybe I need to go back to the Rule of Three? Maybe, because I'm getting energy back, I can up it to 4, or 5?
What do you say, Sky King?
Until then, I could use some advice. How do you NOT over-schedule you, and the whole fam damily? Spill those secrets!!!