One of my smarty pants girlfriends, Molly, said to me years ago, “I can’t complain when I’m worn out because I over-commit myself.” Yes, that statement made all kinds of sense to me. But, was I ready to stop complaining about my commitments from that day forward?
The next 7 days have me anxious. This weekend I need to prepare a short speech on Early Detection of Cancer that will be delivered on Friday. Monday, I’m hosting a cancer survivor support group. Tuesday is my OHSU triathlon (MRI, CT, EKG). Wednesday is nothing…well, not nothing, it’s my BIG turning three-seven day. Thursday is Oncologist day; find out if/when I will start my next line of treatment. Friday I’ll be at the State Legislature to deliver my Early Detection spiel on behalf of OHSU.
Yup. I’m busy. Molly would be proud; I’m not complaining.