A couple of weekends ago I had a bit of a meltdown. It was late morning and I’d been cleaning out the gutters of our house and scrapping moss of the roof for a couple of hours while growing increasingly frustrated and angry.
You see, I hate home maintenance. It is pretty much at the bottom of the list of activities I would choose to do with my free time.
When Kim got home I was really worked into a froth and exclaimed to her –
“I feel smothered by responsibility!”
I proceeded to go into five-minute diatribe on how frustrating it can feel to be an adult sometimes. How I feel like there’s no time to do what I want because I’m too busy with responsibilities and trying to live up to the expectations of others to do anything that I want – anything that fills me up and energizes me.