Burnt Out

Yup. Burnt out. That about describes it.
What am I doing? Well, nothing really. And that’s the tricky part.
What am I burnt out from exactly?

Training? I feel like I’ve fallen off the wagon here, but not really. I haven’t missed anything. I just haven’t been keeping track as closely as I normally do. I’ve given up almost entirely on Daily Mile. I just don’t have the energy. When I do wear my Garmin, it faithfully uploads it’s data to my GarminConnect account, though I haven’t logged in to edit anything lately. My calendar is full of workouts ready to be manually entered. I’m just not motivated to do it.

Family? My kids have been my focus since I’ve returned from Houston. So while they are in my care, which is typically 24/7, I’m spending time with them. That should be refreshing, but it’s just not. It’s exhausting. Parenting wasn’t meant to be a one-person job. I’m tired of being mom and dad. I long for adult conversation.

Career? I have so many rods in the fire right now, and I can’t seem to get a grasp on any of them. I spend too much time on the ones I’m passionate about…typically those that don’t put food on the table…and too little on those that pay the bills. I have so much to do, and too much time on my hands. I feel stagnant. And struggling. And hungry.

Friends? Most of them are keeping their distance, and I don’t blame them. I would. I’m not making it easy either. I’m not reaching out. I’m not asking for help. I’m lucky any of them are talking to me at all.

So what do I do? Only one thing to do…

Here’s hoping the next mile is a downhill one.
Or a pretty trail near a river.
These hill repeats are never-ending.
And I’m spent.

Too much to do…too little time

Here’s the thing…I’m busy.
I’m a single, full-time mom.
I homeschool a kindergartener.
I run, bike, and workout most days…sometimes all three.
I manage a training group in Columbus, Ohio.
I have 3, yes 3, blogs. Lucky for you, you’ll only have to read this one as the other two are currently hibernating.
I have brand ambassador responsibilities.
I knit (and keep my fingers crossed that I get paid).

I have no life.

I wish I could read more and knit for myself or my kids.
I want to hang out with adults more. If you’ve ever tried to have a conversation with a 4 and 6-year-old, this should be self-explanatory.
And I have a ton of things to say.

I’m struggling to get all that finished, and still have time and energy to write exciting moderately entertaining legible posts. Maybe if the day had a few more hours in it. I certainly could sleep less, but you don’t want to see me on less than 6 hours of sleep.

Yesterday, my son suggested I build a time machine. That way I could go back and do all the things I want to do that I don’t have time to do. That sounds great! If you have ideas on how to start that project, please send them my way.

I don’t think a Delorian is going to work.

I have to set a new guideline going forward so I’m not stressed about blogging. This is supposed to be fun and cathartic, right?

No posting on the weekend. Unless something miraculous happens, you won’t hear from me on Saturday or Sunday. Those days are about my family, and although I love all of you, I need that time to myself.

You can count on my posts Monday through Friday, and that’s plenty of time to know more than anyone should care to know about my life. I’ll try to use Monday’s to recap the weekend’s excitement, provided there was something to write about.

This past weekend? Nothing. And it was glorious.

I’m prepping for a big week though. Traveling to Houston this week to meet up with the big man, Jeff Galloway himself. And I have a little fun planned while I’m there. Needless to say, I hope to come back from that trip refreshed, in more ways than one.

God knows I need it.

What are you doing this week? Any big plans?

Tomorrow’s news: A Turkish What-Up?