And then I turned 62 a couple of weeks ago which reminded me I need to get crankin’ if I’m ever going to do all the things I want to do.
And then I got discouraged looking around this old house that got a new roof last summer, but needs so, so, so, so much more work done…. feels a little hopeless.
And then the job got busy and incredibly challenging at a time when I’d love to say adios, let someone else meet the deadlines and demands…. then I can head to the beach.
And then I got to kicking myself because the husband and I didn’t wake up soon enough from our wild and crazy youth to plan properly for our wild and crazy oldness…which means I’ll probably die at my desk, face planted in the keyboard with computer mouse stuck in my cold, stiff fingers.
See how my mind spirals crazy??
But then today I read a blog friend’s post about Speed Bumps. You know, those speed bumps in life that trip us up and slow us down and make us ask questions.
So I’ve been thinking about how to handle the speed bumps that are slowing me down. I need to look at this like my diet.
I’ve been on a “healthy eating plan” for a whole month. I’ve never done anything for a whole month!! (except go to work) I’ve got a ways to go, but I can actually see that I’m getting there. (next size down pants… yippee!) And I’m doing it by taking small bites. Small healthy bites…. ignoring the growly stomach… keeping busy.
So I guess I need to take small bites out of all that has overwhelmed me lately ….. I can’t retire yet, but I can slap down those credit card bills every pay-day ….and build up the savings.
I can’t single-handedly make the changes to my house, but I can do many small things. I can refuse to gripe about the dirt clods the husband tracks in every time he drags a tool upstairs to work in the attic. Yes, I can sweep up dirt clods as long as he keeps pounding nails…. a “no gripe zone” here. He will like that!
I can’t resolve the problems of an aging family member ….I can only be patient, helpful, and pray a lot.
I can’t do everything I’d like, but goals can be set and steps taken each day.
And I can’t pack up and go to the beach whenever I want just yet…but I can treasure the memories, enjoy the times we do have and anticipate the future.
……….and I seriously doubt I’ll die at my job, face planted in keyboard…..they’ll escort me to the door long before that.