NaBloPoMo

Can't hurt to give it another try, I suppose, though I kind of doubt that doing anything every single day for 30 days is really in the cards for me. Except for, you know, breathing and the like, but those don't count. So we'll call it an "experiment" rather than a "promise." One can never be too careful about promises.

There's all sorts of stuff in my head lately, and surprisingly enough, some of it wants to stay in there. Maybe I'm becoming an introvert! (Pause for raucous laughter.) Or, you know... a grown-up.

Still plenty to say, though. I'm in a rut at my job. Specifically, I am constantly one step behind where I need to be; so maybe it's not so much a rut as your basic chronic overwhelmed-ness. I dislike playing catch-up. I was doing swimmingly until one of my colleagues left and his work was redistributed (much of it to me) and all of the sudden it's just too much to keep up with. So this past month has been an exercise in prioritizing and re-prioritizing and seeing just how much I can accomplish, and experiencing the consequences of pushing myself one step too far. Maybe November will be the time for me to find balance.

Yes. Balance. Balance will be my theme for November. Balance, and figuring out some stuff.

Song lyric of the day: "But I sing to you every day and every night" -- Weezer, Suzanne.