"I'm in your Saturday. It was my favorite place." - Nellie McKay, Sadder Day
Wednesday morning, I got in the elevator with two co-workers and greeted them, as one does, "Good Morning."
One turned and sized me up and after a moment said, "Is it?"
As we made our way up to the 4th floor, I had to admit, it had been a long week. "It does feel like we've had Tuesday twice, doesn't it," I said. We laughed together loudly but uneasily as the doors opened. It wasn't quite the weekend yet and there was still much to be done.
October has been a blur. I was reminded yesterday that I had resolved, right after The Taste of Beverly Hills, that I was going to start doing a lot more. I was going to say yes to as many invitations as possible and create a few of my own.
I'm happy to say, I did exactly that. I've been out and about seeing movies, seeing friends, going to The Park, volunteering, traveling, and all that. In between, I've been trying to settle into a new rhythm at work, understand the new playing field, and generally try my best not to screw up while doing so. That's left a little room for wedding planning and such this month as well. I also got back on the eat right/get right plan and having spent the last week focused on self-care of the physical kind.
That hasn't led to me doing much mental health care, though. I've felt neglectful of The Lady since returning from NOLA with not nearly the same amount of time in my days for our usual daily banter or early morning or early evening connecting. I've felt anxiety from not being able to keep up with the constant stream of information and media that I usually try to stay in step with. And I've felt like my brain has been cluttered. Full of ideas, and to-dos, and lingering unboxed thoughts and emotions.
So, I spent today trying to do a little bit of rapid fire care. I cleared some TV shows from the record list (bye bye The Defenders and 30 Rock and a few others). I pruned some feeds from the ol' feed reader and will be marking all read more often. I got to personal inbox zero. I got some quality time with The Lady when she wasn't working on the database that will power our wedding website.
I'm feeling more relaxed and not-so-under the gun. Let's see if we can make it last this coming week which, hopefully, will only feature it's traditional 7 days.
People who fear they will be hurt by a change speak up immediately, loudly and without regard for the odds or reality. People who will benefit from a change don’t believe it (until it happens), so they sit quietly. And that’s why change in an organization is difficult.
Why? Because there were at least two incidents this week that showcased this exactly. For all our uniqueness as individuals, we're generally a pretty predictable lot.
That's why the phrase for this week is: Don't talk about it, be about it.
Let's be about what we want, kids. Let's do what it takes to get it.
Let's go!
