I Get That This is Not a Sprint To The Finish Line

The Little Engine That Could keeps coming to mind this week and I find myself repeating his mantra "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can."

Truth is, I'm kinda having a pity party today. It's Monday. I don't want to be at work today. We had a busy weekend with Twig's activities and a rough weekend with Grandma's back (did I tell you she's got a fractured spine?). Wood and I finalized the weekend with a date night but I'm beat and could really use a day off.

Instead, I keep toiling away at the tasks that consume my mind at the moment. Personal tasks at work. Work tasks at home. Grandma tasks. Twig tasks. All combination of tasks.

The list of things I need to do is buried somewhere in my pile of papers. I'm not a Pile of Papers kind of gal so this new chapter in our lives - the one where there's too much for us to reasonably get done in a normal day - is rather challenging. I can barely plan for tomorrow much less for the week, the month, the year. And it's like that in all areas of my life.

I think I can get out of bed today. I think I can get out the front door. I think I can negotiate work life at the office. I think I can keep from crying as I ride the bus. I think I can simplify, simplify, simplify. And if I can do that, life will be a lot easier.