Breathe. Just breathe.

Saturday I hardly did anything. TYG had some alumni stuff to occupy her (and not fun stuff, the boring kind that I was better off skipping). We had no unpacking to do, the house was reasonably clean so I just kicked back most of the day.
It felt weird. Almost guilty, like I should be doing something productive … which is a clear sign I’m starting to micromanage my time a little much, maybe add a few too many things.
So I’ve added a new priority to my scheduling, making myself relax. Of course, that’s a contradiction in terms—all I’m really going to do is budget more free time and not do anything during those periods except read, watch a movie, etc.
The fact I’m so much more rested now helps. I’m more focused when I write, which keeps me from running over, which means my free time stays free.
I think I also need to focus my extra time—work time for special projects above the basics (basics being eHows, fiction and marketing). Blocking four or five hours in the evenings (over several evenings) never seems to happen. Dividing my extra time between multiple projects doesn’t go well either.
So I’ll restart small (as I said a couple of weeks back, I’ve been avoiding overloading myself while unpacking and TYG was recovering). Three hours of extra. Focused on one project. Either a nonfiction book this week or some extra fiction writing.
I think this will end up being more productive without me stressing out or unable to wind. Time will tell.