Unfinished Business

I am being pulled in way too many directions this week, failing to complete all of the projects on my to-do list. 

At home:  piles of laundry and dishes to be cleaned.

At work:  stacks of contracts to be reviewed, discussions to be had and terms to negotiate.

Typically one aspect of my life or another is balanced whenever another is out of whack.  But both feel a tad out of control right now. 

This may be why I've recently become obsessed with running.  At least for thirty minutes I can focus on nothing but the task at hand - my breath and the rhythm of my footsteps on the pavement - heading towards a goal.  The stop sign. . . the next street. . . the next house. . . the dirt road.   And after thirty minutes I have completed something, achieved my goal, leaving one less thing to be called unfinished business.