It has been over two weeks since my last confession…oh, wait. So yes, I’ve been burning the candle at both ends. June and July have seemed like a blur and I’m exhausted. I did get a wonderful little respite by going to Jamaica for four days. It’d been the first time in 3 years and I couldn’t believe it. It so moved me that my last newspaper article was about that trip. However, I’m now back and I’m exhausted all over again. I’ve not yet heeded mine or my mother’s advice and as a result my personal responsibilities have been unceremoniously shoved to the side. I keep scheduling myself for more hours with one of my clients with the foolish hope that if I make the money I don’t have to be as concerned about making sure that all my documentation is in order at this moment. However, we all know what inevitably happens when we just keep piling up things we have to get done. It’s like the literal inbox sitting on the shelf behind me. Each of the four trays are overflowing with documents that I need to file or get to. Add to that the tools that I use to keep up with my life has become another thing on the list of things that I have to do. I’ve been rearranging tasks in my online task management system and have even carelessly resorted to also making sticky notes. Word of advice, keep all of tasks in one place. The time it takes you to grab a sticky note would be better served by inputting into the system you routinely use!

My husband and I are also living somewhat different lives. I wake up an hour after he’s kissed me goodbye for work and by the time he gets home I’m still in a marathon session in my office. Now that I work 7 days per week and all hours of the day or night it feels almost as if we’re too ships passing. Sure, when he gets home he’s less that 5 steps away from me but he is also busy with his college courses and has an algebra tutor in the Philippines with means the 12 hour time difference ensures he has late night sessions. Last night I have no idea when he actually came to bed and had it not been for my waking up prior to him leaving for work this morning, I wouldn’t hear from him until he sent me a text at lunch time or when he calls me when he’s coming home. A co-worker of mine also expressed concern yesterday regarding how chaotic things seem at present for me. I had to regretfully agree with her.

All I do know at the moment is that I’m still grateful for the opportunity to try my hand at being self-employed. Sure, it’s A LOT of hard work and hours, but it is at least me being able to doing the things that I love. I also have a wonderfully supportive family who I now see and spend time with more regularly. A lot has happened in the past two weeks, we purchased brand two new 2015 Honda Fits, went to Jamaica and I’ve been working like crazy. I can’t really complain. At least, I shouldn’t. I’m just decompressing. And in the spirit of family I’m sharing a new poem I wrote in May. Family was inspired by my wonderful and loving aunt Niki!