Unsettled?

Over the summer, I have noticed something about me. I am not content to just sit and do "nothing" for long stretches of time. The good thing is, I have three little kids who rarely allow for that.

The challenge is, sometimes I feel like I can't complete something I love/need to do--read a book, sew covers for our downstairs benches, do crafts, organize the basement, paint my room, or write BECAUSE I need to attend to everyone else's needs. It is a lot like running in a hamster cage.

I am unsettled. There I said it.

Now I will go do something for myself.

PS. If anyone out there wants to do a writing marathon with me next week, let me know. I would like that very much. =)