Too Much on my Plate

Oops, I did it again.


Put too much shit on myself, that is.

In a classic Carolyn move, I spent the last several weeks adding things to my plate without creating a balance by removing some unnecessary activities. It’s an error of mindset, really. The whole spirit of this blog is to celebrate women and reiterate that they can do anything – and everything – that their multitasking hearts desire. I was operating under the critically erroneous assumption that I was fucking Superwoman and could do everything.

Newsflash, CK: you are human. With limitations. And that’s OKAY.

But guess what, shit got real. 

Last week, I developed what I can only surmise was a migraine (had the solid luck of never having one before) that lingered for a full week like a Stage 5 Clinger One Night Stand gone horribly awry. As a result, I wasn’t able to run for 7 days. SEVEN!

(Don’t even get me started on the many levels of anxiety that ensued because I had veered sharply off-course from my already right half-marathon training plan)

Said migraine likely resulted from a combination of dehydration and exhaustion from the following self-imposed obligations:

  • A new job (90 days in)
  • Filming interviews for this new working mothers series I’m cranking on
  • Trying to maintain a semi-regular running schedule
  • Moving across town
  • Planning my sister’s wedding shower and bachelorette weekend getaway
  • Designing my sister’s wedding invitations
  • Planning the SNAP 2015 show
  • Blah, blah etc.

I’ve really been beating myself up over the last couple of days… for not keeping up with this blog on a more regular basis… for taking a week+ break from my half-marathon training (and even giving consideration to dropping out of the race)… for not having enough free time to spend with my siblings and new nephew Camden.

So, look. I’m not bitching. I added all of these things to my plate because they’re important to me and I feel fulfillment from doing them. I’ve enjoyed every moment so far. But when I don’t balance my life by de-prioritizing other things, my health takes a toll and then I’m fucked. Here are the fundamental reasons why I continually find myself in these types of positions…

I can’t say “no” to people when saying “yes” makes them so happy.

I never realize that I’m over capacity until it’s too late.


Saying “no” to a request is not a sign of weakness or selfishness. When you say “yes” and then can’t deliver, THAT is the ultimate weakness. And you won’t be able to deliver unless you take care of yourself. This is something that I continue to struggle with.

At this point, something’s gotta give. I just don’t know what.

What do you do when you have too much on your plate?



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