Today is a day of triage.
I am forgoing the gym this morning (sob!) to write, write, write. I have deadlines, and they must come first. I'd love to be working out, but though I chugged along until after 1:00 a.m. last night, the words didn't flow as eloquently or efficiently as I would have liked. So I'm forced to cut out unnecessary activities.
I still love what I do--it's just frustrating on mornings like this. Typically, I would be heading to the health club and having that routine disrupted ("athletus interruptus") bothers me.
Oh, well. I'm not training for any particular events... and I don't get paid to sweat. (Unless it's deadline-driven perspiration, of course.)
Triage. Just another aspect of being a freelancer, an at-home mommy, a modeling/acting instructor (I'll blog about that another day), and a wife. (Sorry, honey... I'm listing that last but it's not a reflection on you or us!)
Back to the land where wordsmiths frolic...