calendar induced panic

It seems every time I see a calendar these days, I start to panic. I see very few days and a lot to do in them. Not just my usual busy schedule of work, art, and what some call a social life but also training, fundraising, and planning.

*panic*

The charge date for my fundraising is fast approaching. I'm not close enough to my goal for comfort.

The race date is also fast approaching. I still have shin splints and am running slow.

Then there is the usual stuff that I ought to be used to but still struggle to cope with.... art deadlines (Open Studios, Anagama, Another show commitment...), my job (whatever, it's always something there), and trying to fit in my friends that I miss so dearly (both in town and out). Oh, and the family that I ought to be keeping up with because I love them, but hardly have time to pick up a phone and call. I'm a horrible sister.

I'm whining and I know it.... it's not all bad. I'm hugely blessed. In so many ways I can't list them all. My grievances are small and petty, true. I'm just a little whelmed at the moment. As in overwhelmed.


....keep those calendars away from me!....