I had no idea when I planned to blog everyday for the next 30 days in an effort to “do something different” and stick with it, that my busy basket would all of the sudden be filled to the rim! I’m swamped at work more than ever. I am moving to a new place this weekend. I have a gala to attend Saturday night and literally every weekend until March is crammed packed with a full schedule. I know, it’s all of my own doing. I have already pulled out the big girl panties to deal. It has however, interfered with my great plan to peacefully just come home and write an abundance of really thought provoking, in depth words of wisdom. Instead, it has lead to exhaustion induced comedy. Or at least that is my way of dealing with the overwhelmed and exhausted feeling.
So, without further delay I bring you my Wednesday (which I thought was Thursday all day)
- It started with no less than 10 snooze button hits followed by a 30 minute conversation with myself about how no matter how busy things are, I must get up. Hiding under the covers will not work. I then negotiated with myself that I would get away with a messy pony tail and sport my red/white polka dotted glasses and that should ignite the sassy factor getting the day started.
- When I get to work, I start my usual routine of making a cup of green tea (I so miss coffee on this stinking detox) and warming up breakfast. Then I like to get to my desk, enjoy my breakfast and evaluate what the glorious day beholds for me. I do not like being interrupted while in conversation with another person. Especially when it’s by a spastic, over-reacting coworker wanting me to do something that they are more than capable of doing themselves. What if I died tomorrow Tory? Who would schedule your meeting then? When am I going to get that paper work done for you? You mean the 6 new projects worth of paperwork that I just got yesterday? Can you not see that I’m eating my omelet, talking to someone else about another project and waiting on my green tea to kick in? Do you not realize the implications of making a big girl on detox put her fork down when this omelet recipe is one of the only things that feels like food????????
- Based on the immediate interruption compared to the amount of work I must accomplish today, I decide to lock myself in one of the side offices that stay empty in our office. Perfect. I can listen to my music out loud, spread all my papers and junk out and crank out some serious work today. Go. Wait! What in the living heck is wrong with this mouse? Why will it only scroll on the bottom of my screen? Ugh, I’m moving the dang thing all over. Great. I have fought my computer for a week and now my bleeping mouse is going to go crazy? Oh, wait. It’s pointed upside down and facing the wrong way? Ummmm, ok. My bad. (it’s a Mac wireless mouse so easy to confuse ok?)
- I watch Tory pass by the office no less than 32 times throughout the day. I can tell it is taking every bit of restraint not to come peek in to ask me something. Don’t do it Tory. Not today.
- Lunch break. Quick run to get the keys to my new apartment. Definitely a high point in the day. I am SO EXCITED for new adventures. I haven’t been on my own since leaving the abusive relationship I was in a couple of years ago. I can’t wait to move continue healing and move forward. I know there are so many good things ahead. I sit in the middle of the living room floor just looking around and enjoying the silence. Yes, it’s an apartment with neighbors. Yes I wanted to wait until I had everything completely perfect before moving. Of course I haven’t packed. I have no “theme” planned out for each room. I still need to pick up a thousand things. But sometimes I think waiting til all is in order is a way of putting off stepping out of my comfort zone. Shhhh Alicia. Enjoy the silence. There is no barking dog next door (seriously I don’t know how the dog even has a bark left because it LITERALLY barks ALL NIGHT LONG EVERY SINGLE NIGHT). You are sitting in your own place. On your own. Not looking over your shoulder wondering if the car passing by is your ex coming back for you. Those keys in your hand are your next step to the wonderful life you have been working so hard for. Ok, peaceful elation over. Back to work.
- THANKFULLY my coworker that joined me in the side office (she needed to hide as much as I did) and turned on some great tunes. There we were, rocking out our to do list, rapping to some 90’s Will Smith. Like a boss.
- FINALLY leave work to come home and cook. This whole cooking thing is so new to me but I am loving it. I have never cared to cook for just myself. But now that I am doing this detox and have to be so careful about what I eat, I have forced myself to learn to cook. And I love it. I make the detox version of parmesan chicken and start to tackle a homemade ice cream recipe. So excited to have a taste of cocoa. Add in the bananas and I am pretty sure that every crazy thing about today is going to melt away. Nope. The ice cream was a huge fail. Sad times. The chicken though was good even if I did have to do without the cheese. I don’t cook pretty. I make a huge mess. But I’m trying. So the chicken was a little burned. I’m eating it anyway.
- Gave a free profile consultation to a guy on the dating website I am on to help improve his presence there. That was fun. Did the dishes. That was not fun. And lastly sat down to some good tunes on Spotify to type this so that I hold up my promise. Unfortunately there are a few work emails that need to be dealt with before bed but it was a nice break to cook and write.
I love a good balance of busy and downtime. But I also choose to look at times when the busy takes over as an opportunity to buckle down, see what I am made of, and learn something from it for the future. I like to laugh at myself in the process and look back to see how far I came and wonder how in the heck I made it through that season.
Never take life too seriously. Nobody makes it out alive. ~ Sydney J. Harris