Sunday night. Just about that time when you can either decide to go to bed and wake up fresh for work on Monday, or… not. Because the other option is to extend the weekend for as long as possible, because Sunday evening is still weekend, and weekends are never long enough. I seem to spend an awful lot of time trying to balance things. Work and leisure. Work and medical stuff. Medical stuff and leisure. Vegetables and chocolate. Myself on the back of a horse. Between one thing and another, the opportunities for toppling over are pretty much endless. 

This isn’t a new thing. I’ve got a few more things to balance now, and I’m also struggling a bit more with balancing things. Partly because I’ve got less energy than I’m used to having, so I can’t cram quite as much into each day. In fact, waking and sleeping is probably one of the balancing acts I’m most challenged by. But essentially, I’ve always wanted to do pretty much everything, and more of most things, and spent far too much time not really enjoying the things I want to enjoy because while I’m doing them, I’m worrying about the things I should be doing instead. 

I think, though, that while I might be struggling more to fit things in, I’m struggling less with feeling obliged to shoehorn in the things I don’t really want to do. And I’m definitely getting better at enjoying the things I’m doing, while I’m doing them, rather than worrying about the things I’m not. Mainly, I guess I’m getting better at falling over, and getting back up again. Or even, on the odd occasion, letting someone help me up. Only if no one else is looking, obviously,

Anyway, with all this risk of losing my balance, it seems the safest thing all round might be to go and have a nice lie down. Maybe I’ll even wake up fresh for work tomorrow.