We are elbow-deep in basketball season. Johanna had an orthodontics appointment; I had a follow up doctor’s visit. Youth group happens every Wednesday evening. Our on-site printing press closed, so we’re now sending our newspaper to print at a place two hours away (as the crow flies, NOT as the traffic flows), which means earlier deadlines. Eric has a weekly racquetball game and work meetings. My cousin’s darling daughter was baptized and we ran from the after-party to my grandma’s apartment for a quick visit.
It’s no wonder I’m feeling a bit burned out.
I’m sure we’ve all read the articles extolling the virtues of under-scheduling our days so the things we want to do can take place organically, whatever the hell that means. I’m not blameless here, either. During the holiday season, I had the audacity
brag write about keeping events and activities to a minimum. (Sorry about that.)
I’m all for ending schedule shaming. But I’m beginning to realize that maybe there’s some additional shaming going on when you CAN’T under-schedule. Like it’s somehow your fault that everything falls on a certain day.
HA HA HA, I just got a text reminding me of a dentist appointment I scheduled for this month. I’d forgotten. I guess I need to add that to the calendar … (sob).
Anyway. I think instead of worrying about under-scheduling and schedule-shaming, we need to come up with a new plan. Like … not beating yourself up when things go nuts. Accepting the calendar for what it is. Allowing yourself to leave the dishes in the sink in favor of reading by the fire. Remembering that this, too, shall pass. Focusing on the appointments and then one or two other things per day and letting the rest go. Or simply being proud for doing that one other thing instead of feeling guilty about the other items on the ol’ to-do list that remain undone.
I mean, we’re adults! We can do whatever we want!
Um … that’s all I got at the moment, you guys. I don’t know. Thoughts, feelings, polar vortex stories?