Need a vacation?? Don't mind if I do.

I am being stretched very thin. My breaking point is fast approaching and I'm not sure how to slow it down. I'm not making this post to obtain sympathy or advice. This is merely a post for therapy, however if you have anything to add I welcome your thoughts. If you aren't a sympathetic individual find a new blog. This is going to be a whine-fest. You have been warned.

School bites. I picked up another class last week to add to my load. I may regret it. Two Lit classes was NOT a smart choice no matter how you look at it, but I did it anyway and I find myself overtly stressed over all the reading I need to get done. I love helping whenever I can, and often my own homework gets put on the backburner in order to help someone else with theirs. I realize this is my own fault, but I can't say no and I enjoy helping. I wish I was better at prioritizing.

Why is it that the people designated to be your support team are sometimes the ones adding more pressure? I wish I could please everyone and for some reason that seems more and more impossible every day. I try to juggle family, friends, Dewy, homework, work, service, callings, and the like and yet at the end of the day I'm not sure where Amber disappeared to. Isn't losing yourself in service of others supposed to add more strength? Not working. Not yet at least. I really am trying to make everyone happy. Keep the time I spend at Dewy's equal to the time we spend at my house, make sure I plan at least one night a week for girls night, leave my schedule flexible so I can rearrange what I need to in order to write or edit someone's paper, try and be the listening ear when needed, keep my emotions in check at all times cause no one likes a whiner, and making sure other people's comments don't affect me personally. Ugh. I have to do everything.

Why can't I grasp the concept of taking care of number one? My life would go so much smoother if I could look out for myself first and others second. Pleasing everyone else blows, but for some reason that theory is difficult for me to grasp. I need a vacation. Or a blog for theraputic purposes. Personally I would pick the vacation, but alas I'll settle for the "poor poor me" posts for now.