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Mild stress; myriad tasks
I find myself busy with minor tasks. I am now sitting for a while with some coffee and green tea and some back support to try working on my headache and backache. Weather permitting, later today I hope for us to make further progress with tasks like sorting through our stuff in the garage, as part of making room for the exercise machine that replaces our expiring gym subscription. We also plan to move some stuff up to the attic and other stuff down. I seem abundantly showered by small tasks though. For instance, I bought a cassette tape on eBay and it seems a bit bootleg-gy to me so I want to investigate that further before deciding on feedback. I bought some trousers online that don't fit correctly so I need to organize returning those. I'm behind with backups for our computers at home. I'm also behind with book-keeping for petrol purchases for recent weeks.
None of this is terribly much work. I can cope with our household tasks and my full-time job and parenting just fine and still get time for watching television and sleeping. The children help out with some chores. What I don't manage to do is use sufficient extra time to save or fix my career, partly because that requires some degree of alert enthusiasm which is in short supply. So, that's an ongoing cause of stress.
Sometimes I wonder if I should somehow step back and, if I did, if I would see that some of what I do, or the obligations that I work to meet, are actually unnecessary: if I am somehow building my own cage and the problem isn't imposed upon me, it's my poor choices of what is deemed necessary.
None of this is terribly much work. I can cope with our household tasks and my full-time job and parenting just fine and still get time for watching television and sleeping. The children help out with some chores. What I don't manage to do is use sufficient extra time to save or fix my career, partly because that requires some degree of alert enthusiasm which is in short supply. So, that's an ongoing cause of stress.
Sometimes I wonder if I should somehow step back and, if I did, if I would see that some of what I do, or the obligations that I work to meet, are actually unnecessary: if I am somehow building my own cage and the problem isn't imposed upon me, it's my poor choices of what is deemed necessary.