I’ve now spent at least 4 hours trying to change the template on my blog. It’s been an obsession over the past several days as this template is not really serving me anymore given its simplicity. Simplicity is awesome, until I realize that a new reader would have a hard time unless they are inclined to slog through one post at a time.
Anyway, at this point, I’m failing and a for at least 30 minutes I fell down a typography black hole. Holy cow, what if I’m using all the wrong fonts!!! For now, I settled for changing this one up a little bit. It remains to be seen if I can figure out a better system.
I’m a DOER. I ACCOMPLISH. This doesn’t feel accomplished. This feel like I just wasted a whole bunch of time when I could have been DOING something useful like the dishes. Alas, they are going to sit there as today I signed up to be a chaperone at X’s field trip (30 2nd graders + roller rink = whatthehellwasithinking) and welp, the house is a cluttered disaster. It’s really difficult to keep everything picked up when there’s volatility and chaos (thanks occupational therapy!) ruling the evenings.
I keep telling myself that this is the type of day I’m supposed to have now that I’m working part time. That the day off is the one to myself to try new things, start writing the book I’ve been threatening to write for at least 3 years, and to chill. It is so hard for me to just be. To do things that are always in the background as nice to get to once all this other work is done, and to recognize that all the other work is never done. Ever.