Stick a fork in me. I am officially done.
The Garden State Sheep Breeders Festival was last weekend. The farm booth looked its best ever, I think.
It was a good weekend but I must admit that going into it, visions of cancellation danced through my head. The thought that I am waaaay overextended started nibbling at my brain sometime in the end of August, and hasn't let go since. This is new for me. My usual state of mind is: "One more thing? Sure, no problem! I'll fit it in somewhere!"
Now I am just a quivering mass of exhaustion, begging for mercy and/or a peaceful day in a quiet home. Same thing.
I'll say one thing for this change in thinking: it made it very easy for me to say a polite but definitive "no thanks!" when I was approached to be the head of a new community initiative. My inner voice was actually screaming "hell no!" My inner voice tends to be a little less polite. I try to edit it before it escapes, but I am not always successful.