It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere…

This weekend I put everything school related on hold to enjoy my few days away from the real world. I am reminded as we go from snow storms to sixty degrees that time flies and things can change dramatically in the blink of an eye. I tried to put my worries on hold for a couple of days and just…rest. I have a supervisee that I am concerned about, students at the elem. school that need quite a lot of attention, relationships that are being neglected, and pressures of a doc program piling up on my shoulders. Spring Break is right around the corner and that’s when it all tends to hit at once…after Spring Break! I’m keeping my fingers crossed that this year will somehow be different, while also not holding my breath. The ideal and the real keep colliding in my world as I try to make sense of what I want, where I am going, and how I got to where I am. So, this weekend all of that stopped for a while. I enjoyed a glass of wine, went shopping, saw a midnight movie, and enjoyed good food and good friends. Refreshing. Even when I go home lately, it is always a hustle-bustle time, trying to fit people in and spend time with everyone. It leaves me feeling stretched thin and rushed. Then I come back to a week of the same. But how do I slow it down? Who do I leave out? Decisions, decisions. Like I’ve said before, I have always been good, no really good, at self-care and still practice my typical rituals (reading good books, getting my nails done, staying in touch with friends, getting plenty of rest and plenty of sleep, taking long baths, etc.), but somehow it is just not enough at this point. I feel behind in the self-care department. Like there are so many things I am missing out on, sacrificing, for the sake of my education and my future self (whoever she may be). I know, other people say it’s all going to be worth it…and I realize this, hence the studying and classes I am currently doing. But, at times I wish I could just toss it all up in the air and say I am taking my life back…a life full of going out, staying up really late, sitting in the sun with no worries, sleeping in until 10am, and flying by the seat of my pants. Is this what growing up is all about? Cause I am not really a fan of the schedules and planning, squeezing things in, or missing people I really love.