Long day here. I spent the morning with my partner and thinking about our plans over the next month. Maybe it was the thought of how much had to be planned and juggled which led to the raw panic that was my evening. Maybe I’d just been locked in my house for too long. Regardless, the day went from chill and slow to suddenly needing to be racing around the city dropping off kids and looking for parking in a space where people are bumper to bumper pressed against red curbs.
It was a lot. It was very close to too much. I kept my cool by staying focused on the tasks ahead of me, but I never felt any real sense of peace or even accomplishment. Yet I did make it. I learned from it too. I need to do more with lists and with leaving ahead of schedule. Above all else, I need to have a solid plan for how to feed my kids. I haven’t done well with that lately, and that is going to need to change.
Some Thoughts:
- I just saw my son’s team in a scrimmage and they were terrible. It felt like the kids had no real understanding of the blocking schemes required to execute a run based double wing. Moreover, the team moved to a passing-based formation and… did not pass. It was a painful thing to watch.
- Heard dads going on about national championships in 7 on 7 football. Some people make their kids’ sports their lives and I recognize how on the edge of that I still am. I don’t want to drift into that kind of crazy.
- Still looking for a touch of balance.