This weekend has been one of those kinds of days where you realise really random things.
Like for one, the teeny weeny little drummer boy is now... *drumrolls* taller than me and learning how to drive.
And for another, the reason I don't like this person is because I feel he treats me as a non-entity, just by the way he talks. Or rather, just by the way he excludes me from his conversations, even though I would say I have a vested interest in it.
Also, if you're really passionate about something, you'd do anything you can to finish your project even if it means another sleepless night.
Unless, of course, you get distracted over another important project which means something to you.
But this then pushes the main part of your life down to an ever lower priority, equating to more late nights in order to catch up (because you essentially "wasted" your weekends).
Which comes back to the main thought of this week, or month, or whatever: I cannot sustain this level of living for too long without breaking down.
I need to slow down.
And it comes back to this thought.
To only do that which is necessary.
I remember those days. Mine are grown, and live in different states. I wish I lived closer so I could see my grandchildren.ReplyDelete
I think my husband just about had a nervous breakdown when our first child decided she wanted to learn to drive.
I can imagine :)Delete
These little kids I see growing up aren't even my own... just friends from church