December 18, 2009
I'm behind. Behind in the holidays, behind in writing on a daily basis, behind in knitting, behind, behind, behind. I hate feeling behind schedule, being off plan. I'm a get there five minutes early, plan in advance, make to-do lists kind of person. I never had a problem getting to orchestra rehearsal early to warm up. Most of my life has been spent being ahead of schedule. This past year, however, I seem to be eternally later than planned, at least personally, if not professionally. I don't know if I'm over-estimating capacity, terribly undermotivated, or what, but something is amiss.