The last several weeks months I’ve felt overwhelmed, on edge, not productive enough and annoyed. It hasn’t been fun. I don’t think the guys living with me have enjoyed it either. I’ve felt this way because of my seemingly unending to-do list that included work, home, family and personal tasks.
It took a while for me to have a lightbulb moment: I’m the one putting pressure on myself to do all of these things on my ever-growing to-do list.
Yes, there are certain tasks that I need to get done in a very specific time frame, but the rest I have a say in. And I’ve been saying to myself that I need to get A LOT done daily. But guess what? The amount of work I have and the amount of time I have do not match up right now. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before.
So now, I’m trying something new. I’m doing less work and playing more. And guess what? I’m happier, less stressed, and I’m pretty sure I’ve actually been more productive lately. I still don’t get done everything that I want to, but I’m more realistic of what I can do, and I’m more forgiving of myself for what I put off.
What am I doing exactly?
My real-life friends often ask when I get work done because they know I’m with one or both of my kids pretty much all of the time. The answer is usually “I work all of the time because I don’t really have much dedicated work time.” I really end up working before my husband goes to work, I sneak it in during the day, when my little one naps, and as soon as their heads hit the pillow, I’m back at my computer.
Doing this daily, for months, has left me frazzled, frustrated, and with divided attention most of the day. This isn’t a healthy approach for me or my kids. So, I’m committing to working less. Well, really getting less work done on a daily basis.