Right now, I’m feeling totally strung out and overwhelmed. Deadlines whooshing past, contracts falling over, sick kids, renovations in progress (including moving office), bills making ugly piles around me.
I’m so crazy, I even sprayed Rescue Remedy on my cheeks instead of my tongue, because I was in too much of a hurry to aim straight. It’s okay though. I have really relaxed cheeks now.
So I decided to take five – but here I am, still multi-tasking (I should pay more attention to Dean Jackson’s 50-minute focus finder!). Why can’t I ever just stop multi-tasking? Why can’t I learn to sit? Hmmm, let me try that…
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Uh oh. Just glanced at the sun sliding out of sight – which makes me think about washing on the line. Which reminds me I’ve got another load to hang out. Perhaps I should have a windowless office?
I leap to my feet, then pause. Plant my butt back down. I’m taking five, remember? So far, I’ve made it to 1 minute 45 seconds – and I’ve already planned my next 15 moves.
Wait. My daughter races in, terrified by the huge lump in her throat. I investigate, only to discover it’s her voice box. Emergency Response Vehicle temporarily parked.
A reminder pops up. Meeting in town to get to. When did I decide I didn’t have enough to do and should agree to join the Board of my professional association.
I’m over the rushing and the madness, so I’m going to sort my life out. Again.
Either that or buy shares in herbal calming potions.
I’ll keep you posted.
cheers and beers
Louise
the art of moi 
Man, I totally did that washing thing today. That’s bizarre and sad at the same time. I did try the 50 minute thing too though, and actually got my draft finished. Now I’ve realised there’s a small plotting problem and need to go through that. I hope I can get it done in 50 mins, else I’ve had it!