I want to do everything. But it is so easy to stretch oneself too thin trying to do everything.

I have committed to many things already. Work, study, a standard of home life, pets, plants, marriage, adventures (like the A-Z cuisines thing), creative projects, and more. I have a gym membership I would dearly love to start using, a bicycle I’d love to ride, a garage I’d love to organize, cobwebs on neglected door frames I’d love to make time to clean, and dear god how much I want to draw and paint and sing and write. I am also about to sign up to begin to study a new language.

Today I started my period. It absolutely consumed me and for most of the day, I did nothing. Some days are like this. Sometimes “what can I do” wins over “what should I do”, and “what do I want to do” becomes almost entirely irrelevant.