Three Little Birds
Straight out of a Bob Marley song.
I woke up to find 3 little birds sitting right outside my door. Were they singing sweetly? Why yes, they were as a matter of fact.
I tried to snap a pic but they flew away.
The whole thing made me smile. And think. Which is a good thing, because I had been in a bit of a funk up to that point.
“Don’t worry about a thing,
Cos every little thing is gonna be alright…”
Maybe.
More than maybe. I know it is. And I know it’s up to me to make it so.
But this wife/mother/careerwoman/blogger/friend thing… it really can get overwhelming sometimes.
I’m so busy these days that I’m having a hard time organizing my time and I’ve come to almost a complete shutdown. Not meltdown, mind you. Just a slowdown and lack of productivity.
I do this from time to time. I get to a point where if something doesn’t make sense anymore, I need to stop everything, find a way to get the balls in the air once more, before I get moving again. It’s like I have to map it out in my head and make sure it’s going to work before I’ll even try to start moving.
But in the meantime, I feel every second tick by, conscious of the time wasting and the things I COULD have gotten done while I was in semi-veg state.
So I ignore the dread in the pit of my stomach and think about ways to
- Schedule the work that’s already in the pipeline,
- Organize leads to follow so I can bring in new work opportunities,
- Get some structure back into the kids’ days,
- Get all caught up on the housework,
- Get back into my regular blogging schedule.
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A 30-ish mother of 3 and unintentional entrepreneur, I started my own IT Consultancy firm after layoffs at my old job. I balance the world of Corporate IT with my life as Manager of the education, health and well-being of my children.
Blogging from the Caribbean, I give tech advice to moms and write about raising 3 kids under 10, one of whom has been diagnosed with Aspergers.