Crazy Life

Oh August, how you are slipping away from me....

My philosophy is that there are "always enough hours in the day."
I've said this to my sister when she makes up excuses as to why she didn't exercise.
I say it to myself when I decide to procrastinate until the final minute.
I think it in my mind when I hear anyone complain about their lack of time.

If you think about it, there are a thousand little things we do during the day that are completely pointless wastes of time. The minutes you spend reading others' status updates. The hours you may spend in front of the tv. Or the time you waste reading someone else's blog. I mean, really...who cares?

Yet in my attempts to be productive, I've found myself so completely overwhelmed by my to-do list that I resort to doing nothing that requires any use of a brain cell. I feel like August has been a mental shut-down for me.

I've spent hours reading other people's blogs whose lives I envy. I've spent hours daydreaming of the multi-tasking superwoman that I want so badly to be. And I've spent hours diligently organizing my life and every finite detail instead of actually living it.

And I'm really, really tired.