After seminary I went home and ran a few miles--only six, because I ran twice yesterday. I thought about eating. I believe thinking about eating counts as a full meal. I read my scriptures, worked through a complicated return, drafted some power of attorney forms, taught 2 piano lessons, practiced oboe for 45 minutes, and piano for 2 hours (not necessarily listed in order). Then I went for another run--only four miles this time. At some point I thought about eating lunch which counts as another meal.
I decided we were having pizza for dinner because I was running out of time to get the kids to their activities. I also decided to stop thinking about food and eat some, so I ate a piece of pizza. That actually does count as a meal. So three meals today.
Okay, I'm stressed because I have some things to talk about with my therapist. I haven't met with him for almost three weeks--which is good, actually. But he had to cancel my appointment today, and while I understand that it was necessary, I'm frustrated about it. Obviously, I need to get a grip. I can't live my life around my counseling appointments. Also, next week I have to go have another stupid blood workup done, which makes me unhappy.
This weekend Messiah will be over. I'll be happy and sad. Happy because, as I keep saying (because it's true), I'm getting tired. Sad because I love being with the people in the orchestra, and I love performing. Next weekend I have to conduct a piano monster concert (six pianos onstage, and the performers play ensemble pieces). That will be fun--I conduct the first half of the program, and a friend conducts the second half (so I get to play in some of the ensembles). Then I will immerse myself in Christmas--because I love it.
But the bottom line of all this is that I'm tired--and I can't stop. And I don't know what to do.