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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Overcommitted


Queen's Under Pressure is probably stuck in your head now.  You're welcome for that little bit of 80s in your life.  I promise, it's relevant.

Back in the spring, I was so homesick.  I loved my job and the work I was doing but I was so desperate for home.  I wanted the annual Cherry Blossom Festival.  I wanted cupcakes from the Red Velvet Cupcakery.  I wanted to get on the Metro and go to any museum or monument my little heart desired when I needed to just escape.  Most of all, I wanted to spend time with people that already knew the idiosyncrasies of my personality.  I didn't want to have to explain that you have to text me nasty things after the first time I tell you I'm running late because I'm actually just on my couch watching TV.  I didn't want to explain that sometimes I will wear my pajamas in public to "go to Wal-Mart" and end up going to 14 other places, perhaps even your house (and btw, I'm sorry I'm not sorry). 

But as summer and my one-year Atlanta anniversary approached, these feelings started to wane.  I made many more friends and strengthened the friendships I already had.  I joined the Junior League of Atlanta.  I took on more responsibilities at work.  I continued and even increased various church commitments with some amazing women.  I moved to an area that was less urban and more like the trees and green I loved in Virginia. 

As summer faded to fall (love country music, much?), somehow my schedule become overflowing.  I got promoted at work (OMG!) so there have been longer hours.  Church stuff is in full swing again.  JLA provisional members are required to perform a certain number of things to become a full member.  Then there have been my DC commitments that I've been traveling for...my Dad's birthday, a friend from college's wedding, a BFF's baby shower.  (Three weekends this month for those of you counting) On top of all of that, fall is when I have my physical and dentist and other miscellaneous appointments.  Am I coming or going?!

No, but for realsies, I can't figure out what day it is or how many bags (gym, lunch, laptop, purse, after-work activities) I need that day or what I need for travel that weekend.  As a result, some (read: all) things have suffered.  I've been the black hole of texting, emailing, and voicemails (I'm sorry!).  I've gotten to work late every day this week.  Ok, to be fair...today I was late because I stopped for coffee.  I have approximately one container of hummus and a Mexican Coca-Cola in my fridge.  I am only getting to the gym once a week instead of three.  You have to step over mail, a suitcase, a carry-on, and two bags from Target to get into my apartment.  My cat is sad.  That last one might be a lie....still with me?

So September was officially the month of too many commitments.  October?  That might be the month of sitting on my couch.