I’m Behind
Aaaaaah, I feel better. It’s nice to just finally come out and admit it. I’m behind, behind, behind and trying to catch up. Will I actually do it? Perhaps. All I know is that it’s already noon at the point I’m typing this and I still have a lot left to do.
Maybe I’m a stress addict? That has to be it. There is something in me that loves the stress of being behind, but there is such a delicate scale there that it’s constantly going from stress I can deal with to stress that nearly overwhelms me.
It’s at times like these that my husband really impresses me.
I rarely hear him say that he’s running behind. In anything. Yes, he has said it before, but I’m sure he’s said it less than a dozen times since we’ve met.
In the times he does admit it, he is completely unlike me. He isn’t flustered when he says it. He isn’t particularly stressed. He just plain gets caught up.
Maybe it’s the Mars/Venus thing happening here. He sees running behind as a thing that can and will be fixed. When I’m behind, I think of all the other things I want/need to do, whether people will notice I’m behind, whether the people who notice I’m behind will think less of me for being behind (because I am behind more often than not…)…
I think I need more pictures of my husband on my desk. As reminders that the world is not ending because I’m late with this or that. (Well, the world might be ending when I’m late late - if you know what I mean - but that’s not what I’m talking about.)
So this is me saying I’m behind. I am catching up, though. I volunteered to take over the Love Questions from Aud while she has a rest, so Love Question 24 will be appearing here soon…
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