I suppose there must be a reason these things have been piled on me. People say life only gets busier; personally, I'm not sure how much busier it could get for me. One thing less is only replaced with a new thing. Rest does not happen for me. It never really came easily. I have to work to rest. Strange concept.
Funny, when I look ahead, I see fun times and focused work. I never see the internal troubles that await me. Although I know they will come, because they never end. This battle against my own evils is a never ending process. And already there are so many little things in my life that I've overlooked, just to stay on top of my schedule. Health and organization, to name a few.

Again, there must be a reason I never pass up the chance to take on another responsibility. I can't resist them! It's like, my favorite thing to do, and my favorite thing to complain about. Being so involved causes enormous amounts of stress, but also a sense of purpose and servant hood. It's so easy to allow myself to get overwhelmed. I have the perfect excuse[s]. Yet, I always come back to the fact; What would I be without them?

If I let it out, a little bit at a time, I can manage.

This is my life