Monday, March 13, 2006

Signs of Life

Do you ever feel like you're so busy that every time you think of one thing you want to do, you can think of at least six things you should be doing instead? Do you ever feel like you've spent the life delegating the bulk of your responsibility to yourself to the backburner and take care of everyone else first... that you do it so much you begin to think that taking care of everyone else IS the bulk of your responsibility?

When do you say enough is enough? When do you start doing the 1 thing you want to do for yourself? Soon enough I say. But it's never as soon as I would like.

Life is good, for those who are wondering. I am not sure if the video that we were shooting is as good as we'd like or if it is something we'd like to continue. That makes me sad. I wish we'd kept all the people who were helping, but we weren't able to. The good thing is knowing what you really, actually need when trying to shoot a sitcom. Maybe I'll be able to get something done later, but for now, it looks like a lost cause.

Writing is going well. I've started interning for a local entertainment newspaper (unpaid of course) and I will have a few things in it, even if it is just the calendar.

I'm working out... which means I actually get sleepy at night, so I'm not so insomniac... yet it is 5am and I have yet to go to bed, though I've been yawning since 7:30.

I woke up lucid for my Wednesday morning Bible Study. There's hope for God yet.

I am so in love with my husband, it makes the pragmatic non-romantic in me sick. And I don't care.

Well, that's the quick update. Keep reading my sidebar...

5 comments:

This Girl said...

I keep hearing the chorus to the song Pieces of Me and that irritates me.

Anonymous said...

which part of the chorus???

This Girl said...

just the words "pieces, pieces, pieces of me."

Anonymous said...

Hey, we'd love to send you a birth announcement. Email Josh with your address.

Anonymous said...

Hey, still haven't heard from you...my email is in my blogger profile.