the threads in her head

I have to remember, that time passes very fast now. That there seems to be no time enough, for all the things I want to do.

I have to remember, to pace myself. To not spend myself in one thing and rely on others to clean up after me and pieces my scraps together. It is tempting to spend all of oneself in one thing, but no - there are other things ahead, there are other people to consider.

I have to remember, to prioritise. That there are a million and one things I can do, but I need to think about what is most important, how much time to spend on it, how much luxury I can afford myself. I need to say no, more often. However much I hate to.

I must remember, to jot stuff in my notebook. Like it or not my memory is not as good as it is, anymore, and I forget. I forget.

I must remember, not to indulge myself. I need to grow up, I need to realise that - the responsibility is great, the burden heavy, but I have to carry it, and carry it well, that there is not much of a safety net under me any longer, that I am pretty much already out in this wild world.

I have to remember, a lot of stuff.