Not enough days in the week

Do you ever feel like you’re taking too much on? It’s one of my vices – I just can’t say no! (within reason, of course).

Years back I was one of those saddo people, stuck in a negative relationship, didn’t go out much – and certainly not at short notice – and spent most of my time eating. What a bore.

Since then I’ve gone full circle and as much as I crave a night in front of the TV every so often, just to have a break, I find myself getting increasingly restless. There are so many things I want to do, and there just aren’t enough days in the week to do them.

Obviously, work takes up a lot of time but without my job I’d be skinterooni and work’s not all that bad either - interviewing Naval pilots for example!

At the moment, as well as work commitments, weekly volleyball training and weekly korfball training, I’m tackling the CIPR Diploma in Public Relations, have registered for a shorthand speed development course, am about to join a netball team, am organising my friend’s hen weekend, arranging an end of season volleyball do and trying to bolster my fitness (so I’m ready to hit the beach this summer) by using the cross trainer as much as possible.

In between all this I need to eat, food shop, tidy, do washing, read Media Guardian and Heat magazine, catch up with friends and family, paint my nails and regularly apply fake tan. Nightmare. And because I don’t live all that near to many of my friends and all my relatives, I spend a lot of time in the car.

So, what’s the solution? Start saying no to things? I just can’t do it. Yes, I’m busy, and no, I don’t have much down time, but there’s nowt better than getting a sweat on at volleyball or hanging with my mates. Would I sacrifice that for a night in front of the box? No way!