While it was great to take long weekend away from everything, I am so glad to be back at home. To have my boys, A and B, sitting just 8 feet away. Too have my things, my sewing machine, my fabric. To have MY BED. I spent the weekend sleeping on a rock hard couch.
...It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't the best couch either.
I had hoped to have time to show you some great pictures of Steamboat, and tell you some stories. But I feel too scattered for that right now. That will have to wait for another day.
That's how I feel a lot of the time. Scattered, pulled in to many directions to give one thing my full attention. I've tried to pare things down before to the essential list of must-dos. The other stuff always creeps back in.
I don't think I'm meant to be the person who does one or two things really well. I like too many things to let most of them go like that. I'm working on being ok with that I'm working on knowing that there's always going to be something more that I want to try and accomplish in this precious little time that I have been granted.
It's a tough pill to swallow.