I plead guilty to having too much on my plate.
I'm finishing my masters next month (a bunch of us already marched during the commencement exercises last May, even if we're officially done next month). Photography business is moving along. I work full-time.
Yet despite all that, I find myself not sleeping more. I probably should, really. Some nights, I end up falling asleep on the couch (like last night, for instance). I nap on our couch, but sleeping? It happens, but it doesn't happen often. When it does, it's a sign to me that I'm too exhausted to even haul myself up the stairs and drag myself to bed.
Everyday, I think to myself, "there's more than enough time to get things done." But then, even if there were more hours in the day, I doubt people would go, "great! I have so much time to get things done." We already have 24 hours as it is.
I confess, I'm already feeling sad and sentimental about finishing school. If I can keep studying, I'd do it. But that's one of the good things about being in school too - there's an actual end in sight. You don't just plod along wearily.
My colleagues who constantly complain about NOT having enough time at work to do things, keep asking me HOW I'm faring considering what I deal with in and outside of the office. My answer? "You don't think about it. Just get it done." Honestly, if I sit and think about the stuff that needs to get completed, I wouldn't get anything done AT ALL. I'd sit in one corner and cry. But the thing is, I signed up for it. No one twisted my arm to work full-time. No one threatened me to go back and study. No one forced me to start a photography business.
It all boils down to me. I made the decisions. I wanted it. All I can do is man up.