That first world issue of being overwhelmed

Today I am feeling intensely overwhelmed. I have too much going on and too little time. A symptom of modern society, being overwhelmed is a privilege. I have a job, two adorable (and healthy) children, a spunky fiance and a loving family. I have a three bedroom home in the suburbs. I am in good health. I have money to buy good food. I travel internationally for work on a regular basis.

All of these things are a blessing. But they bring with them a sense of obligation. I work hard at my job - long hours and weekends when needed. I want to spend time with my kids - taking them to the park, playing Lego or board games, Sunday breakfast (because it it the little things they will remember when they are old). I like to go to the movies with my man. I love the gym. I see my family every week.

The problem is trying to fit it all in and stay sane. We all have the same twenty four hours in a day. The only thing we can do to set ourselves apart from others is use the time we have wisely.

I am not doing a good job of that at the moment.

I define "good" by looking at the things that matter to me and assessing the state they are currently in. I like to look presentable (but I have really chunked up in the last few years); I like to live in a neat house (but the garden has been neglected lately - weeding and mulching need to take a priority in the next month or so before the weather warms up - I definitely do not want to dedicate any of my twenty four hours a day to watering plants). I would like to live until I am in my nineties but don't get enough sleep (my fiance's pet peeve about me and something he regularly reminds me of paying more attention to (all with the best of intentions)).  I like to be fit (but struggling to fit in twice daily exercise with the fitness challenge I have embarked on for twelve weeks. While I love it, it is a challenge. It has meant a complete overhaul of my diet as well as a new gym routine. It has also highlighted that I may have "inflammation" (whatever the fuck that is) which meant that, being the kind of person that has to know everything, I had to do some research. It appears that all this stress could be what's making me fat!!

So, the long and the short of it is that I need to learn to slow the fuck down. I need to breathe. Ironic, really, that I need to juggling things to find time to fit yoga into my weekly schedule to force a slow down.