As I sit here waiting for the timer to go off for the cookies I have in the oven, I am contemplating how I tend to over extend myself. “Sure,” I said to my younger brother, “I’ll be baking cookies this year”. But did I promise him dozens and dozens of different varieties of cookies? No. Did I promise anyone dozens and dozens of (wait..the timer just went off…be right back… ) (I’m back..) different varieties of cookies? No. So why is it that I felt compelled to bake six different kinds of cookies AND anywhere from two to four batches of each kind? I’m not sure.
I do know that I am very tired. I do know that I tend to do this to myself. When I’m sitting looking through cookbooks and planning my cooking baking expedition, it seems so easy to make this many cookies. Then there is the fact that I bought the ingredients for all these cookies so I feel obligated to use the ingredients on which I spent the money yesterday.
I really need to re-think how I spend my time. Yes, it was fun to spend a vacation day baking. Yes, everyone will love the cookies. But do I really need to push myself to do as much as I do? No, I don’t.
Oh well, I have always said I am a work in progress. And this is something I need to work on and hopefully someday, I will have made progress in the management of my time.
Another timer is about to go off so I had better go. It would be ashame to burn a batch when I haven’t burned anything all day. Except my finger. I know, I know…use a pot holder!! Another thing I haven’t learned. Oh well.
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