When things get crazy, it’s time to stop. I’ve said it many times before, and I will surely have endless occasions to say it again, but more important is that I do it.
Being immobilized by the lack of internet access for a while is perhaps a good start, but given the current schedule of overlapping work, travel, home relocation tasks, and a fair number of surprise interjections, I know that I will need to take every little momentary jot of rest and refreshment I can get. It’s 10:30 p.m. and I’ve just sat down after the evening’s part of the work that started in earnest about 12 hours ago. I know that there will be longer days ahead, many of them. I know that other people do intensely hard work for much longer days on a regular basis, and for less reward. And I also know my own limits.
My brain is abuzz, my muscles flagging, and most of all, I am reduced to a fuzzy and quite unfocused state that prevents much more productive work before bedtime. Since there’s an appraiser coming to inspect the house at 8 tomorrow morning (and you all know full well that I am among the least morning-friendly of creatures), I know it’s time to accept the state of the house as tidy and dolled up enough for his or her inspection—or else. Can’t make Neuschwanstein out of El Rancho Ordinario, nor should I. False advertising aside, it’s not the right character for a simple and happy family home. (Ask Mad Ludwig’s ghost, if you like.) So I’ll get up in the morning, however reluctantly, and get out of the inspector’s way, believing I’ve done as much as I can and should, and I’ll let the results of the day’s efforts speak for themselves. And then come back and undo all of them for the next inspection, the arrival of the estate sale manager at 10 a.m.
But right now, I am preparing my mind and body for as restful a night as I can conjure, and it begins, yes, ironically enough, it starts with stopping. Letting go of all the undone, poorly done, or yet-to-be-done stuff and silencing my mind. Letting myself drift toward peace and calm as though I’d dived into deep, clear, soothing seas and the water buoys me and shuts out the visual and voluble wildness of the day just past and those yet to come. I’ll sing myself to sleep with a little whale song, perhaps, but mostly, I will gladly let go of the need to rant and pant and wrestle, and I will return to life as refreshed as if I had a good long soar through the depths, if I can manage it, because that will make the next day’s work survivable in so many more ways.
Kathryn, I do send you lots of energy- hope you had a good nights sleep.
I’m glad you are aware of your stressfull situation- but dont forget to breath!
Thank you so much, Anna! Every kram brings comfort and calm with it! And tomorrow, perhaps, I’ll get some sleep on the plane once we leave Chicago. 😀
Right now it looks like Sunday afternoon (the 22nd) might be our best free time. Do you think perhaps we could meet sometime then? I would love to finally connect with you in person!
kathryn, we’ll keep in touch!
I understand where you are coming from, and yes you are right to say that you have done all you can, and now just let it go. This year I have been burning my candle at both ends…taking on too much…etc. and then recently when I had a computer ‘gremlin’ in e mail – still being worked on – again it all felt very rocky. As I said to my niece recently who is going through a tumultuous time… our expectations of ourselves are often too high….I know this is true for me. Everything will be fine, Kathryn, and so yes deep deep breathing, imagine those hummingbirds hovering around you…..and all will be all.. Janet.xxx
I hear wings whirring…. 🙂
Health issues and moving to a new home have had me in a maelstrom for weeks now…I feel ya!
Oh, my dear T! I hope both the health challenges and the move smooth out instantly for you. Sending a huge bouquet of healing, hope, help, and happiness your way as best I can!!!
Thank you much, luv!