On Becoming a Picky Eater

There is too much on my plate. I am full and will never be able to finish what is before me, therefore I must become a "picky eater"... I have never cared much for picking, especially when everything in front of me looks good, and yet I know that stuffing it in will only cause me indigestion... (Of course I speak in riddles.)

I've been stretched, stressed, and overwhelmed.. Oh, there are times when everything feels like it's going along alright, and then, all of the sudden the walls come crashing down around me and I once again come to the realization that I am not Wonder Woman and I never will be Wonder Woman, no matter how I struggle to fit in the suit. Today I said "no". I said no to people when I would desperately like to say "yes". Picking and choosing is hard. I don't like it much.

James and I went out together yesterday. I'm not certain, but I think he had it in mind to check off as many "Summer things" from my list as possible. We went out for breakfast, stopped at a waterfall (briefly), played miniature golf, bought a couple bottles of wine (we were too late for the tasting), had ice cream on the way home, and drove way too fast. Perhaps I can convince him to slow down and smell the roses next time we head out for the day. I came home exhausted!