On irons and fires

[jethrien]

A few minutes ago, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and realized how utterly ridiculous I looked. I was wearing nothing but a sports bra, running shorts, and two gigantic oven mitts. I'd just come back from a run and was using my cool down period to cook a spaghetti squash for lunch while sewing part of my Halloween costume, but had gotten interrupted by a phone call from the New York Philharmonic, who have noticed after I bought some tickets to them and the ballet and the opera that I might be a good prospect for begging. I've managed to fend off the telemarketer and rescue the squash and finish fussing with a pile of brown fur, and I can take my shower now. I need to finish at least another 1000 words on my novel before I'm allowed to play any more Portal.

...and it occurred to me that perhaps I have a few too many hobbies.

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[jethrien.livejournal.com]

It's stressing me, but not having enough balls in the air stresses me, too. It's almost impossible to balance perfectly, but I'd rather be anxious than depressed. My mom gently pointed out to me when I was a child that I was a little high-strung--I was totally insulted at the time, but I realize now that she was right. If I'm going to be jittery, I might as well try to use that for productivity.