#10: I Just Want To Finish Well, August 2017 (repost)
(Actually written in 2014, but reposted in August 2017 because it still totally applied. And since it fit how I was feeling in 2017, I am including it in this numbered "after my panic attack" series. This is one of the last posts in that series. Maybe one or two more to go.) Once again, I found myself in an emotional funk (this is a repost from 2014, yet it still seems to be where I’m at in 2017), feeling like I can’t accomplish anything. Can’t give any one thing the effort and time it needs. I am so stretched-thin in places. The housework never gets done. This house will never be "finished." My cooking has seen better days. There’s not enough time to do everything I want when it comes to homeschooling … so, of course, my boys are going to grow up to be great big drains on society. I was feeling a little panicked that things were slipping away from me too fast, that I couldn’t get a grip on anything. ...