So. I'm sitting at home, and it's now Thanksgiving break, and all I can keep thinking to myself is,
I've got time.
I'm playing my childish computer game, and I'm thinking,
I've got time before I really need to go unload the dishes.
I've got time before I need to go to bed.
I've got time before I need to think about boys.
I've got time before I need to write some letters.
I've got time to post something new to my blog.
I've got time before I need to work on my pieces for drama state.
I've got time before I need to think about my Thanksgiving plans.
I've got time before I need to work on my pieces some more.
I've got time before I need to compete and conquer at state.
I've got time before I need to re-memorize the Foreigner.
I've got time before I need to worry about Junior Miss.
I've got time before I need to perform the Foreigner.
I've got time before I need to worry about friend's birthdays.
I've got time before I need to fret about Christmas.
I've got time before I need to worry about turning 17.
I've got time before I need to worry about college.
I've got time before I need to worry about my career.
I've got time before I need to figure out what I'm doing in my life.
So why is it, that even though I have all this time, I constantly worry about it anyway?
Because these are the things on my mind.
Not to mention family.
Now I've decided something. If I wanted to change one of these things, I could. I worry about them because I care about them. Because I care about all of them, I don't want to get rid of any of them. So I've now decided that I just need to take the time to do one thing at a time, and that if I focus on just one thing at a time, then I don't get overwhelmed and I am able to more fully give all of my focus to said thing. That's what I'm going to do from now on, take the one-thing-at-a-time philosophy literally.
And I think I'll start with sleep.
