I have that feeling again. The one where I know I'm overworked but I feel like I'm not accomplishing anything. Where I feel full of plans but empty of action. Where my brain says run and my feet don't move but I'm not standing still.
I don't know what to do.
And the irony is, any choice I make will be FINE. I know it will. But I want more than fine. I want to be excited about the choice and feel it's meant to be. I haven't had a moment like that in a while and it's getting to me. I know I stress too much about things that don't really matter. Like today---I have to get a basket of something together to be one of the raffle prizes at a dinner dance I have to attend tonight. I have no idea what the target value is and the organizers have been no help. (Which is a post for another time, because come on, if you are in charge of the event have some freaking idea what you want when you ask people to do something!)
Last year, I had what I thought it was a kick ass basket and it was the last one chosen. Well, second to last, but the very last was a collection of wrapping paper that were obviously the samples from the fundraiser company used by that group. Mine was awesome, and valued at about $100. It was all high-end arts and crafts and stuff for kids from a la-di-da boutique in town. But clearly the attendees of the dinner dance weren't interested in stuff for kids, because it was last.
Anyway, my point is I felt like I made the wrong choice. I was so excited for this basket, and it was painful to sit through 45 minutes of a raffle of 20 or so items and watch one by one winners look over, and not choose the one I brought. Although it wasn't a reflection on me--it's not a personal donation, I felt like a loser. On one hand, I'm determined to do better tonight. But on the other hand, I don't really care. I'm tired, overworked, starting to not feel well, and have absolutely no desire to smile and mingle and chit chat with the mayor and make nice with a bunch of people who would rather take home cheese wheels and crackers than expensive art stuff. But we all know that I will. I'll be charming and gracious and agree that the new parking regulations in the city are necessary despite the general annoyance they have caused.
But it's about choices, and I hate making bad ones. Last year I thought my choice was A-1 awesome. And I was wrong. I clearly didn't know my audience, and that wasn't totally my fault. But still.
That house that I love is still on the market. But now it has competition. The house literally in it's back yard just went on the market today. We're totally going to the open house this weekend, and on paper it has some of the things we think we want that Dream House #1 doesn't have (like a home office with it's own bathroom! Private practice, here I come!). But I feel like I've pledged my allegiance to House #1--the one I walk by and have asked it to wait. And it has. What happens if we like House #2 better, and actually buy it? And then House #1 drops in price because it's so sad and we could have had it anyway?
What if we make the wrong choice? (See how I said "we" this time. I'm not taking the fall for a wrong choice alone!)
I'm exaggerating, of course. Well, a little. Maybe next time I should write about being prone to dramatics. If I can get my feet to move.
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