See, in a perfect world I'd be making six comfortable figures (that first figure a 2 or 3) while working Monday through Friday 10:30am to 2pm. The house would be organized before I left in the morning and we'd be on a schedule so there was never more than one load of laundry that needed to be done. Everything would be folded, put away, ironed or sent off to the dry cleaners. I'd have our meals planned out weekly so I could take advantage of sales and the collection of recipe boxes and cookbooks that grace our front room. I'd have a wardrobe filled with the essentials Tim Gunn says I should have, and my hair would be fabulous - daily and ALL DAY LONG - regardless of weather. I'd be home in time to workout, refresh the makeup, work on the three course meal and take my mom to her doctor's appointments. There would be enough time to plan vacations and friendly get-togethers. There would be enough money to send out wedding invitations and I'd be wondering if a pale rose or champagne color would be best for the dress.
Considering I've got a lot on my plate and even more than this in my head, one could argue it's no wonder I'm overwhelmed. What I am noticing is that overwhelm seems to happen not because I have too much to contend with, but because I'm just not at all very good at honoring all that does get done.
So today I put a stack of post-it notes in my purse. I am writing down the good that happens. An easy drive in the rain... the bridge toll tickets that were forgiven because a call was made... the meeting with the client that went well... the $353 phone bill that was paid by someone other than myself... the donation to Wardrobe for Opportunity... figuring out that my food drive was successful with 1,323 meals donated... all just today.
I do a lot. Way more than I ever consider. And I need to consider all that I do do... because it will prevent me from hyperventilating because I have a crazy idea that I'm not doing much. Overachiever Syndrome.
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