No shame

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.


Dude, I WISH. Photo by Sarah Shaffer on Unsplash.

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?

6 thoughts on “No shame

  1. Linda M says:

    I think we sure can be hard on ourselves wondering/worrying if we are doing things the way they think we should! We only get one life….and if very blessed, many seasons. Some are just crazy full…others a little quieter. However, we darn well better savor each be and live each one to our best and the way we want as there are no do overs.
    Seems to me, right now you are in a mighty good season that ebbs and flows and you are doing mighty fine! Your life…do it your way and let the crumbs fall where they may….as long as no one is unhappy…. don’t let yourself be! Hugs!!

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  2. Roberta says:

    Hang in there! I’m glad you had the peace over the holidays, to give you the strength to face the busy. Sometimes it just gets busy, and you can’t beat yourself up over it. As the parent, you are necessary to facilitate other people’s interests and passions, and you wouldn’t want to curtail that in the interest of non-busy. Breathe deep, accept the things that need to occur, and don’t let the physical busyness upset your inner peace. (We’re going out of town this weekend to take the dog to a conference, swim starts next week — practice during dinner time, naturally — and I still have to squeeze in a sports physical! But that’s just where we are right now.)


  3. sarahn says:

    My schedule just got inexplicably wiped. Is that the right word? I got given a week’s notice that they are ending my contract. Was due to end in April. I’m not altogether sad, but I do with the house moving was done a week later, when I didn’t have a job, and all the little tasks like ‘buy a plug’ and ‘touch that paint up’ and ‘find something that fits there to store this’ could be done without the cloud of ‘do an effective handover to the polar vortex like storm that will remain in my absence’. I’m being dramatic, but there isn’t someone to hand over TO.

    Nonetheless, I keep TRYING to find room and space to chill. To relax. Even in the last days


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