Too Much on My Plate

I’ve got a lot on my plate right now and it makes me anxious.

I want to help my publisher promote The Badass Widows (TBW). I should be blogging, posting, networking, and supporting my fellow authors. I could do this full time, and some authors do! Never mind that I am new to social media and I would rather do almost anything else. Perhaps I’ll make some coffee first.

I want to work on the sequel to TBW too. So far, that story is framed in but there’s no roof, plumbing or electrical. Every time I sit down to work on it, I feel guilty that I’m not working on my social media platform or supporting the many deserving fellow authors. Perhaps a pumpkin muffin would go nicely with that coffee. . .

And then there is the fact that I am a new grandma. I want to be an excellent one. I’m just not sure what that looks like. I’m not going to be the kind whose entire life revolves around the grandbabies. But I want to be more involved than my parents were when I had children. I just need to find my place in between those two extremes. My Oma always had See’s candy on hand which sounds pretty good right now.

I should be doing weight training at least twice a week and yoga every day. All around me are cautionary tales of what can happen if I don’t take proper care of myself. And even if I do everything I should, there are lots of scary possibilities. Okay, coffee black, no muffin.