Staying Busy

I have that realized I like staying busy. In fact so busy that I don’t have a single moment to breathe (a tad bit exaggeration, of course!). It is go Go GO from the second I wake up to the second I go to sleep. Until comes a day when I really want to do something which is out of my every-day-routine (mostly travel!) and I can’t because I committed myself to so-many-damn-things! 

Then comes the resentment-cycle of hating my life and myself. Everything in the world sucks for the next few days. I mope around. Give my husband a difficult time. I try and shift a few things around to make some extra time. You’d thing I would be happy now? Nope! Wrong. I miss my busy life. I dig myself the same hole again and … few months later climb back again. 
This has been going on for the longest time. One would assume that since I know all this, I would have a better plan? Nope. Wrong. P.S. You guys gotta stop assuming. :P We already know I don't improve just because I am aware of something.

“You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe,  deserve your love and affection.” - Buddha

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