I blogged over at The Writing Mother about a recent experience in which I stressed myself out about a certain task I'd taken on... and how it turned out to be not as big a deal.

I have a habit of taking on one too many things at once. While watching a show tonight, nursing my daughter and making notes on a book I have to read... (see what I mean?) I heard a line that summed it up perfectly.

"I don't think about taking on too much, I just know there are other things for me to do so I just do them."

I'm not sure where I decided to be an overachiever. I am not a big fan of overachievers. I'd like to aspire to being ok with being lazy, but I can't. If I have spare time, I wonder what I should be doing with it. If I can't come up with something then I plan something to take on...

This has been the case recently. I stressed out majorly when I realized that in a three week period I had to take four plane rides (two with both kids and two with just one) be in two different cities across the country, research and write several articles, get some info into some publishers about my book... all the while balancing this thing called Being the Mother of Two Children.

Then we got the news about the rent increase and decided to move.

I seriously thought my head was going to pop right off. But I've managed to tackle the one task that was causing me the most stress. I also politely withdrew myself from another committment I had with very little stress.

Now I feel better, I feel like I have breathing room.

And that old demon creeps up... what else can I cram into my life? What else can I take on? I found myself searching online for a local Toastmaster's club to join... and at the same time I was looking for a bible study to maybe start... hello? McFly? Just get through September with the move and the articles and the travel... and THEN re-assess.