March Madness
No, not the orange round ball kind that dominated my household for many years with a husband and three boys in residence. Another kind entirely, but madness all the same. Madness as in crazy, manic, insane, hyperactive. When there’s too much going on. Too many different tasks. Too many things to take care of. Too many irons in the fire. Too much on your plate. Up to your ears in it. Too many balls in the air. Have you ever felt that way?
Let’s see, what all did I have going on at one time? Planning for not one but two trips out of the country. Planning for three granddaughter birthdays including a trip to Atlanta. Getting one book and all its accouterments off to the publisher. Getting another book in shape enough to work with a writing coach on a weakling writing retreat. Income tax preparation and payment to the tune of almost $8000! Ouch! Working around the painting schedule at my condo. Eye appointment, dentist appointment, radiology appointment, financial manager appointment, writing group meetings, planning for family to visit, meeting for an organization I am excited about joining: Seeking Insights for Solutions. and a million other little bits and pieces. Going mad, indeed.
I’m supposed to be retired.
I’m not used to all this madness. I need a vacation!
Yes, much of this stuff is good, fun, and of my own making. But there is a caveat. When you live with chronic illness it’s important not to overdo. Sometimes it just can’t be helped. A day of being constantly on the go from early morning to evening can land you on the couch recovering for three days. I usually manage fairly well in pacing myself but sometimes it’s a trial. If you’re not familiar with the spoon theory go here and read about it. It will help you understand.
In reality I am blessed. Blessed to have the means for all of this- even paying taxes. I am blessed that I can decide, “Ok, enough is enough. So what if there are clothes in the wash, dishes in the sink, e-mails to answer, an unmade bed, and an unbathed dog? Right outside my door there is a beach, an ocean, sunshine, and a warm temperature. After all, why did I move to Florida?”
Life is short. Go to the beach. Stop and smell the roses. Carpe diem. Live for today.
Be still and know that I am God.
Please share your thoughts in a comment below.
Since being retired, I have oftened wondered how I ever had time to work! Life can really get hectic having to do the things you have to do with things you want to do.
So true Dave. I admire you for all you do.