i usually try to budget my time before making lifestyle changes, but i suddenly find myself completely out of my depth.
my to-dos pile up until i decide to start afresh, and then they pile up again.
i click more photos than i sort.
i favourite more tweets than i can read.
i note more blog ideas than i write.
i borrow more books than i read.
i subscribe to more blogs than i read.
i queue up more music than i listen to.
i dream more than i write.
and sadly, i promise more than i can deliver.
i finally bit the bullet and took a 3 year gym membership. with every intention of proving the cynics (and the precendent set by my past attempts) wrong.
and then there's stuff that i want to do, that i don't note or plan for anywhere. places to go, people to meet, things to do, food to eat.
i'm running out of time to sleep.
i'm running out of things to keep my sanity intact.
to make things more difficult, i've always lived without regrets: doing what i can, with no second thoughts about what i can't. but when the "important" stuff seems like it will take 10 lifetimes to take care of, it feels like i'm doing something wrong.
sometimes, it feels pointless. after all, i do a fairly decent job of keeping myself happy, no matter what i do. either my activities gravitate toward things i enjoy, or the things i enjoy expand to include things i find myself doing regularly.
it feels like i have no way to quantify and qualify my ever-expanding appetite for things i must do.
how do you prioritize?
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