Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Blessings.

One of the unexpected benefits of stepping unknowingly into a quicksand trap of overwhelmingness (overwhelmingitude?) at work is that at a certain point, at the end of the day, you turn off. Or at least I do. When I feel in control at work I think about it at the end of the day and on weekends; I imagine conversations, outcomes, negotiations; I live through meetings before they've actually happened. What's that saying? A coward dies a thousand deaths?

But then at some point on the spectrum I go from waking up an hour before my alarm's set to go off with shortness of breath and pained anxiety in my chest (like this morning) ... to leaving at the end of the day and forgetting about all the piles on my desk (and floor, in case you wanted to know) the second I step out the revolving door. I can't get it all done. BUT NO ONE COULD. And that's why I'm going with my honey to see Wolverine right now, bad as we know it's going to be.

It's like, you start treating your weeknights as weekends. Awesome!

3 comments:

Jennie said...

Random story: When I worked at Target in the office supply section during the busiest day of the year (Back To School), I just knew ahead of time that since there were only five closers everything in my section would be an utter disaster by the end of the night, so I didn't worry about whether all the ceiling tiles were in good shape or whether the Doritos were all organized properly. Obviously our brains sometimes need to just totally short-circuit and reboot. Enjoy your evening!

the other lion said...

I love you! And good for you!

Laura said...

Thank you both for the nice encouragement!