I’m drowning here and no one cares.

I’ve barely begun my work day and I’ve already had to swallow my pride and admit I dropped the ball.

Great way to start a weekend, right?

See, the magazine I edit contains devotions. I am the person who develops those devo outlines and sends them to writers. Except for lately, since I’m so far behind on, well, everything. Life and work isn’t a whole lot of fun when everything seems to be a fire you have to put out. Lately, I’ve felt the pressure of designers and buyers screaming about an issue that has to go to print NOW; an off-hand comment from my boss who is always nice and understanding that me turning a laser in to him was WAY past the production schedule date, and people who work on other products who cross-promote our magazine needing info I just don’t have ready. Sometimes, I want to scream! I am doing absolutely everything I can do within reason to get this magazine back on track. I am editing stories that should have been sent back to writers to rewritten. I am trying to get done with devotion frameworks. I am ignoring production schedules and working, working, working.

I realize that I often take more on myself than necessary. But right now, it just feels like too much. I refuse to take all my work home with me and let it rule my life. Because while this work and job is important, it’s not the end of the world. And in this economy, I’m happy to have a job doing something I enjoy. Except that I’m not enjoying it that much right now. Some days, I’d rather be a greeter at Wal-Mart or a barista at Starbucks. My hope is that it will get better.

Because it always has before. This too shall pass.