I meant to take a half-day at work today. Cool the jets a bit. Take a load off. Put my feet up at home. Reeeelax. Schedule some much-needed wedding planning (website and honeymoon!), fix our broken internet connection, and handle some washer-related issues. Well, it's 5 p.m., I've been here since 8:30 a.m. and I'm not leaving yet. And those chores haven't finished themselves.
And of course, I put off my workouts this morning because I needed the sleep, which I didn't come close to getting anyway. And of course, I thought foolishly that I could leave work at a decent hour and fit everything in tonight. No dice.
Oh yeah, and I've got a magazine column I need to start working on!
Right now, I feel like my life balance is tipping away from me for the first time in a long time. I need to tip things back in my favor and I hope to do that by mid-week.
Breathe, Ryan. Breathe.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Right now, it's all about catch up. And treading water. The worst part is I know a good workout would set me straight and wake me up.
I simply don't have the time.
99 days and counting.