We’re in it…the holidays. Even without them, I was feeling overwhelmed and out of whack. All from good things… trips, school, planning great things to come. However, amidst all this goodness, last week I found myself kinda weepy and a lot cranky… not my best self.
Bottom line, I was tired. Not the kind of exhaustion that comes from doing things that I don’t want to do… the kind that comes from not giving myself enough space to do all of the things I love to do. Unfortunately, our body doesn’t know the difference. It just goes into overdrive trying to keep the peace…
When I get like this, I start doubting all that’s on my plate. I start thinking those things that I thought were fun aren’t necessary and maybe I just don’t have it in me to do them – like, why am I even trying to play the piano, write this newsletter and make healthy food – all of which make me very, very happy.
This time, when I got like this, I was gentler on myself. I told Robert I was tired. He offered to empty the dishwasher and order pizza for guests. I said thank you. I took a nap. I didn’t power through to make it perfect.
Then, I took a step back and pondered the real problem. My morning meditation has been sporadic, my time on the mat has been hit and miss and most nights I’ve had no idea what to make for dinner. I took a realistic look at my calendar and let go of a few things. I made space for meditation, yoga and making food. I marked them with a mental Sharpee.
I also went back to this perspective on gratitude. One that is more about presence and acceptance than a list in a journal. It’s accepting when I’m overwhelmed, softening into it and ever so gently doing something about it… doing what I know grounds and energizes me. Because when I feel good, everyone around me feels good. Or, at least my well-being is one less thing they have to worry about
I hope, in the midst of all this busy-ness, that you give yourself space to do at least one thing that grounds you.
If you need a great toast for the big day,
here’s my favorite that a friend’s Spanish/French teacher taught me years ago: