Sensory overload

I’m feeling slightly overwhelmed, but in a very good way.

I have so many interesting books I want to read, so much great music to listen to, and so many fun movies and shows to watch that I’m not sure how I’ll ever find the time to do everything that I want to do. I’ve got six months of Rolling Stone issues to catch up on...but that’s okay, because I like saving those for the summer when I’m sitting out on the deck and catching some sun.

It’s a dilemma. First world problems, right?

I find myself wishing that I didn’t need eight hours of sleep to feel my best. If I could get by with six, or even four, think of all the extra time I’d have! I also found myself speculating today that if I had the chance to become a vampire, I just might go for it, because think of all the time I’d have then! Too bad they’re fictional. Lestat, if you’re real, call me!

I’m enjoying the book I’m reading at the moment, but I find myself wanting to finish it as soon as possible so I can move on to the next one. I feel like some sort of intellectual sponge, wanting to suck up as much as I can before I join the choir invisible. It’s not really possible to multi-task with stuff like this, either, not if you want to give things your full attention. I’ll listen to music while I’m reading, but if it’s new music, I want to pay attention to it and listen to the lyrics; I can read while I’m watching TV, but then I’m paying more attention to the book than I am the movie or show.

I feel very fortunate that I have the time to do all of these things and even try some new ones, and none of this is a complaint. Just a happy conundrum! Like the saying goes, “So many books, so little time.”

But how will I ever get to all the stuff I want to do?!