Ever get that feeling – although, sure, it’s not original – that time is moving faster than you are?

We bought the house – which, as it turns out was built in 1895 and not 1908, like we had thought – thinking that it was in mostly move-in condition. Uh, ya, it is… but apparently that’s not how we roll in our family of two and a half (Rob + me + cat).

Decades-old floors have been yanked and torn from their roots. Walls will be bathed in fresh paint soon. Walls will come down to make way for a hers-and-hers (ha!) closet to fill with shoes and purses and clothes, oh my. (And a pedestal sink that Rob doesn’t know about may have sort of been purchased and has yet to be installed.)

Yes, life is moving faster than I am these days, although I swear I’m moving as fast as I can.

To boost my energy, I’ve upped my spinach in my daily shakes (really not as bad as it sounds). I’m taking my vitamins and drinking lots of water so that I can make it to the Finish Line of my day each night before hitting head to pillow to recharge and do it all again the next day. I’m writing things down incessantly, although I have tragically lost my daily planner and have been a bit lost. In fact, I’m pretty sure I stiffed someone on a meeting this week, although I can’t be sure because, well, I’ve lost my schedule that was in my planner. Shit me.

But still, I feel I’m too slow.

We purchased a house; are renovating it; are moving; are traveling this month (me- New York, Rob- Sasksatoon); I’m taking not one, but two courses! And, of course, there is the 40+ hours of work each week. Oh, and Rob is playing in another round of this Battle of the Bands and possibly gearing up to play a music festival this spring.

Yes, so life is moving quickly, so why the hell do I feel like I’m not?

I always say, “Better to be busy than bored”, and I genuinely feel that way, I do. But sometimes – and I’m not necessarily saying this is me right now, although it does cross my  mind – sometimes we can get busy being busy doing things that just have us spinning our wheels. In other words, what’s the point of Tazmanian Devil-ing yourself into a whirlwind of endless ‘things’ only to come out of that spin cycle only to realize you’re exactly where you were before you got busy. Make sense?

When this crazy month is over, will I look around and feel as though I’ve made leaps forward or made an ass-plant into no place at all? Physically, I’ll be in a new home, with a new lease on life via my surroundings and I’m excited about that. But the other stuff, those things that keep us busy beyond breathing and seem to creep into every crevice of productivity, making you feel farther and farther away from really getting anything done, it’s that stuff that seems to slow us down yet keep our heads spinning all at once.

(PS, I swear I haven’t been drinking, although I could really use some vodka.)

So, what do you do when you feel time is moving faster than you are? I could use a little advice.

Sneak Peek: Our backyard, but not our car. The previous owners gave us this shot. Kinda cute, huh?