Why am I working so hard? I should be taking the time to really enjoy my life, instead of working for an end that I will never achieve. Today, as I was walking to work I stopped myself and asked the following question: Why? “Ugh” my inner self bellowed as I struggled to calm a pounding headache while sitting in front of my computer at Blenz Coffee Shop, “If only I didn’t have to sleep, maybe then I’d be able to get to the bottom of my list.” I haven’t made myself and my sanity a priority at all. I really haven’t left any time for me time. If you add on the cleaning and cooking, and other projects and necessary errands – my life is pretty busy. Writing in this blog – my goal is to write 4-5 posts a week.Writing one article every 2 weeks for the “Capilano Courier”.One of these workouts is the Spin class I teach every Thursday Night.Exercising 5-6 times a week (this will turn into 9-10 times a week once training for my 1/2 marathon begins in February).

Going to Acting School 20 hours a week + Homework (an additional 8-10 hours a week.I broke it down, here’s what my life currently looks like: After finishing my homework last night, I collapsed on the couch and threw on some “Modern Family” before letting my head hit the pillow at 12am – my earliest bed time this week. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE being busy… but sometimes a girl just needs a break. I have been feeling tired and overwhelmed with everything that I currently have going on in my life. 3 times this week I have rolled out of bed at 7:55am… I need to be out of the house by 8:20, so this is really pushing it. – Doing my morning pages on the go, instead of actually getting up earlier and taking my time with them. I was getting into some bad habits, and falling into a head space that was not serving me. I have decided to take this week off from the Artist’s Way. This is a Greek Myth that was discussed in my class a few night ago, and I think it is an excellent way to open up the following post (I’ll return to this myth in the end). Every time he would reach the top, the boulder would roll down again. Sisyphus was a King who was punished by being made to roll a huge boulder up a hill.

One must imagine sisyphus happy