Every now and then, I have a string of days filled with so many expectations, plans, obligations and deadlines that I eventually have a mini-breakdown trying to figure out how to deal with it all.
I think of this particular occurrence as The Stressfest.
It went down like this: last night I got out of work at 9 and, by the time I ate and started looking at assignments, it was midnight. There were still 7 loads of laundry on my bed, the B kindly made dinner but the kitchen was still messy, various rooms in the house needed tidying and I hadn’t gotten anything graded. I had to be up at 7 to get ready for work, and then after work I was planning my workout. Now, I LOVE my 8:30 - 5:30 day at work. It gives me a chance to work out at night. Then B informed me that he had booked us for dinner at 6, so I had no option of working out after work.
And I’ve already had 2 rest days this week, so I was ready to rumble. This unexpected dinner plan meant I had to get up at 5am to work out. Ok on race day; not so much on a night when I don’t get to bed until after 12.
I set my alarm for 5; sleep through it; can’t find any of my clothes because they’re all on the bed; realize I have only 2 pair of pants to my name (1 that doesn’t really fit and 1 that has a broken zipper); the shoes I pick are a little too big, but I never gave them away because they’re just so cute I couldn’t bear to do it, but I forget every time I go to wear them; I come home at lunch to change and burst into tears.
A couple hours later, an unsuspecting coworker who always sends out great quotes forwarded me an email with this familiar Thoreau verse in it:
“I have learned that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams,
and endeavors to live the life he has imagined,
he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”
–Henry David Thoreau
Well, sh1t. That’s exactly what the crap I’m doing.
I’m not saying that this completely relieves the burden, but it sure does help. And that won’t come without some hard work. Some days I’m going to be tired and have too much to do. Some days things will Just Have to Wait.
But I’m definitely endeavoring to live the life I have imagined. So how about we change The Stressfest to The Successfest?