Do any of you ever feel like you have an over-zealous zest for life?

I do.
Sometimes I feel like I have the outlook of a ninety year old person - I'm acutely aware that like all good things, life eventually comes to an end, but in the meantime I feel it's necessary to cram as much as is humanly possible into my remaining days.
Sometimes this outlook is overwhelming.

Case in point; Look at those dishes precariously perched behind me. They're piled a mile high because I went out with friends for four nights in a row and valued extra sleep in the morning instead of clean dishes.
That's what life is all about right? Choices? Well, I think my problem is that I don't like to make choices. I want to do it ALL. And RIGHT NOW.
One would think that with each passing year of my life that I would gain some wisdom and insight about goals and time management. Nope. Instead with each passing year my aspirations get bigger.
Examples:
Instead of, say five years ago when knitting a scarf made me feel like I was a pioneer roughing the Oregon Trail, these days I'd like to (in no particular order):
Build my own eco-friendly house
Have a garden that could sustain my every food want
Can and preserve everything from said garden when necessary
Learn to make cheese
Sew everything I own
Have a clean house for more than 2.5 seconds
Be a fun, social friend
Make lace to...
...Edge hankies
Line dry my clothes (though the season for that is ending)
Found and run non-profit organization
Travel
Make wine
Etc, etc, etc.
At the height of ridiculousness, today I asked someone for a Beet Ginger Porter Ale recipe -
because I'm just overwhelmed with the massive void of spare time that I have so I should learn about homebrewing(!?!?!?!?) What is wrong with me!?
I'm in an interesting place right now. My #1 all time dream is happening, I'm taking baby steps to start the dream non-profit. Working for the bakery is mindless enough that it allows me to concentrate on the #1 dream..however trying to do anything else on top of those two things is exhausting!
For the past month, when I get home, I don't want to do *ANYTHING* No cooking, no cleaning, not even blog reading. I usually listlessly look through pictures on Flickr, try to make conversation with my hub if he's home and then go to bed.
I read, (or used to read anyways), so many blogs written by these incredible artistic women who just seemingly do it all. I'm in awe of what many of these ladies accomplish in a day. And many of them have children to juggle besides that! They're either super-human or really great writers *cough*
liars.
Well, call me a poor writer if you will. These are real pictures. My house=shambles. I'm tired. I have a million projects that I would show you if I could just work on them for five minutes. I miss my blog.
Today I am grateful to have the time and energy to clean my sink, roast a chicken, invent a recipe (more on that tomorrow), make some stock, and BLOG...finally! What are you grateful for today?