Last night, as I was doing those last few things to close up shop before bed, I thought Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday. We all have those weeks when we wonder how Friday didn't come two days ago. As was the case for me.
Mario
is in San Francisco this week, attending a conference for work. That
lucky duck is getting inspiration from the likes of Tony Robbins and
Will.i.am. Oh, and never mind the Bruno Mars concert. Sometimes I wonder
if we live in the same universe.
In the meantime, I've
been holding down the fort here on planet Earth. It's been a melancholy
week weather-wise; I'm getting a feel for the typical Pacific Northwest
climate. Not too cold and a little rainy (but seldom a downpour) with
periods of sunshine. Last night I slipped on wool socks for the first
time, but the heat remains off... for now.
About a week
ago, Kiddo took a tumble during an after school activity and hit the
back of his head. After becoming quite ill on Tuesday, we learned he
likely has post-concussion syndrome. The symptoms should subside in the
next week or so, but it meant a whole day devoted to finding out what
was wrong while working to get him better. For those moms with
school-age kiddos, you understand how having one home sick can throw off
the whole week. Most importantly, though, he's okay.
Since
taking a step back, and making the choice to stop sweating the small
stuff, life has felt a lot calmer. The transition from perpetually
fretful to zen hasn't been as easy as making a declaration to do so. It
takes effort and involves frequent, but much shorter, relapses.
Have
all the boxes been checked and the question marks converted to periods?
Not even close. But I'm making the conscious decision to go with the
flow. Though zen isn't synonymous with leaving things to chance. Far from it. But I spend a lot less time trying to force things, which usually backfired in the productivity department anyway.
Am
I still going to finalize my post-collegiate resume? Absolutely! Am I
going to apply for the jobs I want, even if scoring them may be a bit of a
stretch? Yes! I fully intend to put myself out there. But I'm not going
to ruminate and stress over the fact that I didn't get my resume
finished this week. Or that I didn't apply for a single position.
Taking
care of a sick kiddo is far more important; there's simply no contest.
And I feel quite accomplished in my ability to be there for him when he
needed me. In the fact that I single-parented a sick kiddo.
I can see the silver lining rather than the laundry list of things that didn't get done. (I think there's still carpet sunder all that dog fur.)
I can see the silver lining rather than the laundry list of things that didn't get done. (I think there's still carpet sunder all that dog fur.)
Baby steps.
I hope he is okay!!
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