I think I’m exhausted. Right now, I have a backlog of work that’s piling up and a whole lot of work ahead of me with regards to the classes I’m going to be teaching. I still have scripts to write and I haven’t even started on a fiction piece for the collection of stories I wanted to put out.
I’m doing so much and I love it but I’m becoming inefficient and I’m shrinking at the face of all this work. I wanted this but I didn’t manage my schedule properly. Worse? I didn’t provide allowances for when life comes in and changes things up. Like how it delayed projects and then reactivated them all at the same time leaving me in this situation that I’m in right now.
My body is here but my mind is on the vacation I’m planning on giving myself when I have the time to do so. I’m thinking of a little trip I’m taking at the end of the year and the little getaway I’m putting together sometime in October when I am going to be less loaded with work.
That’s what’s nice about the stability of a regular schedule, you know exactly when you can go and disappear for a few days.
I need to go back to the beach. I used to make a trip twice or thrice a year before 2015. I think I was only able to go to the beach once in 2015 (I’d have to check my blog again to confirm this) and I’m sure I only went to the beach once in 2016.
I’m the kind of guy who needs to do it often. The sea water fixes me right up. Maybe not physically but mentally and emotionally, it does; there’s something very healing about returning to ‘the source.’ As a child, I invested a whole deal of my identity to being a Pisces and I’ve just felt at home in water, especially the ocean, and I always find myself peaceful when I’m at a beach.
I need to get back to this. It’s going to do amazing things for my writing and for my productivity.
But that’s for October. Right now, I’m just here trying to finish all my work and prepare for all my classes.