Life has been a running train lately (as always).
My working day takes 11 hours. 11 HOURS! I leave the house at 8am, arrive in work at 9.30am , I leave work at 5.30pm and arrive home at 7pm. So I am in the car for 3 hours a day. This sounds crazy when I think about it. And it is really. I would stop, but I love my work. I love what I do, it’s just a pain that it’s so far. Being a job in the television industry, this is the closest company I can work for. I live in the countryside, which I adore. But these type of jobs can only be had in cities, Swansea being the nearest to me out here in Pembrokeshire. So I’ll have to leave that as it is for now, until I reach my career goal.
But nevertheless I find myself chasing my tail all the time.
On top of work I am also squeezing 2.5 hours of music lessons into the work week (I teach piano and singing). I am doing 3 sessions of exercise a week, as part of my new year goal to be healthier. I am our local Young Farmers Club’s secretary this year (which believe me is a LOT of work) and I conduct my local choir, which meet every Sunday evening as well as doing concerts and competitions. I have recently agreed to teach a group of children to sing for this year’s Eisteddfod too.
Also, at the moment, we are in the middle of doing productions with our young farmers club. We recently won the Welsh competition in our county, and are through to the county final with the English one. Now practices for these have been EVERY night for the last 3 weeks, from 7.30pm until at least 10.30 if not later. So I get home at about 11pm, to go to bed, before starting another crazy day like the one before. And after our performance that got us through to the county final, I had the person who leads the production complain to me that some older members (aka me and a few others) don’t get to the practices until 8pm even though they start at 7.30pm!!!
Seeing this all written out says it all- it explains why I’m so tired and feel out of control. There’s no wonder I get annoyed that I don’t have time to properly see my friends/ boyfriend/ family, answer phone-calls, texts, whatsapps, messages, watch tv, catch up with the latest shows on iplayer or just have time to myself to do nothing.
On the being poorly side, I was in a car accident on the motorway at the start of the year, a minor one, but one that still knocked me and my friend who was driving. We both had whiplash and were off work for a few days. By now, the second week in February, I have caught a sickness bug after babysitting some poorly children over the weekend (who didn’t know they were poorly until after we babysat). So I have been off work for 2 days. This Friday night we have the YFC county final and I’m feeling the pressure to get better as soon as I can, for work and the production’s sake.
I have been guilty on numerous occasions to blame the dull weather or short and dark days for my feelings of dismalness and nothingness. But I think I am wrong to do this. I think if you are in control of your life, and have the balance that you require, you would take each day as it is and enjoy it.
After writing this I am aware that I need to do something to sort my life out, tidy it up and make it a little more manageable. Family and friends have been telling me this for a while, and I really see what they mean. What’s the point of having a jam-packed schedule, not being able to truly enjoy it all, and being burned out most of the time? Good question.
What would be your advice? Any tips would be greatly appreciated!