There was a time in my life when I did everything. Everything I needed to do/wanted to do/was asked to do/etc.
That time is past.
As I get older, I find more and more that I can't do it all. Even if I want to, I can't. The reasons are many and varied and sometimes kind of depressing. And it took me kind of a long time to realize any of it. But once I did see it, I had very little problem adjusting; I was able to look and see what could be trimmed away. That's actually kind of a continual, day to day process for me.
And as I sat staring down this weekend, I knew something had to give.
My priorities seem to be written in triple bright neon these days, so they were not hard to spot. But sometimes figuring out what will go is not quite so easy. But I have my process of elimination (for lack of a better term), and eventually it gets sorted out. And once it does, I'm good with it. Even if what has to go is something I would actually really like to do, I'm good.
But it doesn't always work out that everyone else is good with it. And I've found that sometimes when I try to explain what, to me, is crystal clear and makes perfect sense, the response I get is "that's just stupid." So I've pretty much quit trying to explain myself to other people.
Really, I figure they don't need an explanation anyway. Because sometimes I just have to do what's right for me. And that's all the explanation there is.