These last few months have been tough for me.
Not tough tough, but tough, you know?
Just when I thought I had things relatively well-handled, life threw me one of those crazy curveballs, and the daily rhythm I’d honed for myself was broken.
If I were a juggler and you needed a visual, just picture six or seven balls moving in
beautiful, even, circular motion
then me tripping, sending each orb straight to the ground with a big ol’ bounce then a thud. I’m left standing there, looking around, wondering which to pick up first, which to table for a while, and which to pack away altogether.
My problem: I overwhelm easily. I want to do it all, and I want to do it perfectly, and if I think I can’t, I tend to avoid it entirely.
Thankfully, the most important stuff—The Man, The Boy, The House, my weekly date with Hawaii Five-O—doesn’t get overlooked. Priorities are priorities, right? But TLL got the boot—as it usually does when things get crazy—because for the most part, it was more than I could handle. If I couldn’t write the perfect post, find the perfect photograph, or relay the perfect message, then gosh-darn it, I was going to maintain radio silence until I could.
And this, dear friends, is one of my major character flaws. And I hate it.
So this summer I’m turning over a new leaf: I’m going to learn to slow down, chill out, and embrace the
good enough.
And that doesn’t mean I’m setting my own bar low: it just means that I think we could all throw ourselves a bone every now and then, stop being afraid to stumble, and just do it—whatever “it” is to you—anyway.
A little more moving forward despite the life-hiccups, lemonade, watermelon, and this in the months ahead
and a little less worry is what I’m aiming for.
I’m so over being overwhelmed.
On that note, please stay tuned for the Memorial Day introduction of my new summer series … I hope you’ll slow down, chill out, and play along with me.