As I was writing everything on our big wipe-off calendar on the side of the fridge earlier this month, I sighed at the realization that there were only a few blocks on the whole month that had nothing at all written in them. Busy month. I have tried to keep my mind focused on survival mode. None of the things on the calendar are overly unpleasant, and indeed many things are quite good -- our church's 35th anniversary celebration all last weekend, a friend's farm party this Saturday, my long-weekend trip to Massachusetts with another friend next week. But even good things take energy, and being the introvert that I am, deriving my energy from quiet time alone, busy times like these (no matter how good), can really sap me.
Thus, I'm trying to keep firm boundaries around the time I have in my days that is not designated for anything specific. As much as I want to meet friends for coffee when they suggest it and go to my knitting group or go shopping for the things on my ever-growing list, I really need to weigh what I need more right now -- more time out or time at home?
Time at home is winning more often than not right now.