…one step wrong and I’m going to fall. This week has been one of those weeks, where all aspects of my life seem to be firing on all cylinders and requiring my attention. Part of the realities of “balance” is not a neatly packaged life with time each day to juggle all your key priorities. Usually one piece of the puzzle is taking your attention for a while, then the dial turns and your focus moves into a different aspect for a while.
Sometimes, like this week though, they all explode at once. We decide to buy a new car, which means selling our old one. My son has been home sick with an undiagnosed sore stomach (or was it his head, or actually his foot, he can’t remember). My husband has to work long hours this week and is away for the next three. Christmas is fast approaching, I haven’t had chance to think about presents or planning. And of course, work has just ramped up with three key events in the next few weeks and my inbox is starting to look like an overgrown garden.
BIG DEEP BREATH
It’s like I’m walking on that tightrope. Each minute I execute the next most urgent demand, but I’m wobbling…I’m wobbling all over the place and I am SOOOO close to falling. I know these days will pass, I know that I don’t need to make drastic changes, this is just a big week and it too will pass. But one more little thing and it’ll all go tumbling down like a stack of cards.
Why do we do this to ourselves? There are so many commitments that I make when I think I can handle it all but only if every piece executes with minute precision…and lets face it, how often does that happen? But there are so many things I want to do in this world, to contribute, to be part of.
I know I’m going to have to cut some of my priorities loose. Maybe some of the things I really wanted to do and that meant something to me. I need to remember that I can come back to them later, right now, I just need to get by.
And I’m determined. Determined this week will not get the better of me. As the notice on my pinboard says…Keep Calm and Drink Tea… I might even have a big bubbly bath…because at the end of the day, if I do fall over, and things don’t get done. It’s not the end of the world.
I’ll just dust myself off, re-balance and get back on that tight rope. I can do this.
P.s my daughter just walked in and said she thinks she is going to spew….(wobble wobble wobble)