I was driving to the gym this morning after dropping Hubs’ boss at the airport, reflecting on my current levels of overwhelm, when I stopped myself.
For months now I’ve been thinking to myself how hard life feels. The short timeline to do the renovations, breaking the budget to do them, moving to a new town, leaving wonderful friends, tying up a whole lot of loose ends, and knowing all the paperwork and change of addresses that await me when we move. As well as all the day to day stuff that already keeps me busy.
Then it dawned on me. I haven’t suffered an awful loss, or experienced trauma, or have to deal with any illnesses. We are all healthy and well and happy; we eat good, fresh food, we live in a wonderful house, and we are moving to a lovely new town.
So today I decided on an attitude shift. It’s not hard, it’s complicated. There’s a lot going on that is stressful but worrying about it doesn’t make it better and certainly doesn’t get things done. One of my favourite sayings is
The antedote to worry is positive, purposeful action.
So I’m putting one foot in front of the other and just getting one thing done at a time.
And right now there is washing to hang out. Nothing complicated about that.