Wow. So January is off to kickass, rockin’ good start so far.
But um, holy time commitments batman; according to my calendar, I have about 30 free minutes in the month of January, 15 in February, and potentially five, give or take a phone call, in March.
Wowie wow wow.
I love it. It’s good. I work well like this. For the most part anyway.
In any case, it’s safe to say that my time is rather. . . limited these days. I am thrilled to have a positively absurd amount of work to complete, but I also have several projects in progress, a household to maintain, kids to
not totally fuck up raise, a body to keep alive and healthy, a mind not to lose, a practice to maintain, people to see, places to go, etc., etc. . .
It’s quite a load for one person (even for one who likes carrying heavy things. . .). I’m juggling a constantly shifting schedule and making compromises with my time at every turn of the big hand of the clock. My feet, and my head, never stop running. Like ever.
People often ask me “how do you do it all?” “Aren’t you tired?” And often, just, well, “why?”
The short answers are, of course- “Are we ever really ‘done’?” “Obviously. And your point is?” And “why NOT?”
Really. Why not?
The alternative, returning to an uninspired existence and limiting myself, is hardly appealing. Now that I’ve tasted this flavor of vitality I don’t want to go back to plain old tap water.
Calendars are meant to be filled. Life is meant to be lived. Couches are meant to be. . . dusted occasionally?
Kidding about that last part. Mostly. Rest is essential, and should be scheduled in just like anything else. Being present when at rest is in an of itself an act, and it’s good for you to be still for some time, so I hear anyway.
However, finding the balance is difficult. Inactivity drains momentum, but too much movement and you’ll find yourself on the couch anyway, having exhausted your resources and energy.
And so rather than staying on the seesaw for the ride, sometimes we just jump off and watch it sway. Instead of risking failure, we do nothing. And you know what happens when we do that? Nothing. Nothing happens, at least not with us.
The answer is not to do nothing, the answer is to move in a new way.
You want different results? Then honey, you get to do something different. Rather than continue to sit on your ass, complaining about how you don’t like your life, close the tab out on your personal pity party, stand up, take a big breath, and throw on your big kid pants.
It’s go time; choose a speed.
It’s your journey friends, but you’re not making it alone. Remember, the difference between an ordeal and an adventure is your ability to publicize it. . . I mean, no, um, it’s is your attitude. Have a good one then, would you?
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Reblogged this on Life After Law and commented:
I can relate!
In your spare time, could you come to the East Coast and help some of these f*ckrs CTFD? You’re too damned far away… What? If I want it, make it happen? …damn it!
Pick a date and a time and I’ll be there. 🙂 Check my bucket list, it has several East Coast locations. Also- I’m a decent public speaker. . . just saying.
I know I’m going to feel silly but where IS that bucket list?
Top menu bar- “wishing and hoping; 35×35”
I did see the bucket list. I thought you meant that you’d already booked something out this way.
I’ll find a reason to get there. Probably a Ragnar Relay (or two). Or a training, event, or well, just because.
BTW, when you see a rhino, don’t stand behind him or her. They pee backward.
Yeah… not planning to get that up close and personal with that kind of wildlife. At least not on purpose. But you know- if I do- will be sure to stand clear of its ass.