I’ve always been told that I shouldn’t wish my days away. That I shouldn’t hope that the time that I am granted during my life doesn’t pass by at a quicker pace than it should. But then August came wearing a disguise as pleasant. And it was — but not without the challenges.
I’ve reached the end of a very long, enduring week. What seemed to go by at lightening speeds slowed down right in the middle of a big project that I was managing at work. It involved a 12 hour day, a missed float therapy session, two glasses of wine, and three mango margaritas. It took a lot out of me to be able to finish this week and not be completely drained.
I need all the energy I can get as I prepare myself and my children for their return to school and hopefully the completion of my thesis that I have been dragging out for the last few years. It’s going to be a busy year as my daughter finishes her last year of elementary school and my son begins 2nd grade. And then there’s dance and football and every. other. thing. under. the. sun.
Each year I feel I get better with how my family and I try to stay as organized as we can with all that we have going on. I’ve prepped my car for the many event-filled weeks ahead and I am working on finishing a space for my children for homework and recreation. I have A LOT of responsibilities at work that require that I be present since I’m in a managerial role so I need to do everything to make my mornings and days flow as easy as they can.
So I’m using this month to prepare as best as I can, not only in a physical aspect, but in a mental one as well. And doing so will require that I make sure I don’t neglect my mental while I’m pulled in so many different directions.