Last month felt so overwhelming to me. Of course, December is always a busy month if you are a music teacher. I had all the usual rounds of elementary and high school programs and concerts, plus church commitments. I actually ended up singing and playing at 3 different church services on Christmas Eve—I figured I might as well, since my husband was working and I didn’t have any other plans for the evening. On top of all that, we moved over Thanksgiving weekend. Then I decided to host the whole family (16 people) for Christmas dinner.  It took doing pretty much nothing for the rest of the 2-week break from school for me to recover from that month. I haven’t even sent my thank-you notes yet—and forget about Christmas cards.

As I look back at last month, I feel somehow disappointed in myself because it made me so crazy. I feel like it shouldn’t have been so overwhelming, like I should have been more on top of things. I mean, I know and see other people who do many more “things” than I do (especially people in the music community), and it doesn’t seem to bother them. In some ways, I want to be like that—to be able to take on all those commitments, those new endeavors and challenges, without feeling like they would eat my soul.

But I’m not like that. I like to be busy and creative; I like to have things to do. But at the end of the day, I want to have time to come home and cook dinner and eat with my husband. I want to fold the laundry and wash the dishes and play the piano (or flute, or violin, or guitar…). I want to sit down and work on my sewing or knitting project; read a book, watch a movie. I want to keep my home running well. Ultimately, I’m a homebody.  And I like that about myself.