Have you ever heard the phrase “You can’t do it all” and thought “Sure I can”? Well, that would be me.
Can’t Do It All
As I’ve mentioned before, in the past month and a half we have been in the process of consolidating two households into one. What that means is we are purging, sorting and organizing in two locations before we even start to figure out where things go. It’s almost like two moves in one. At first I thought, “I’ve got this.” I had a plan and the first week was moving along very smoothly.
As the next week progressed things, quite literally, started to pile up. I was still optimistic that I could make it all happen. My husband would say, “Take a day at a time; we will get it all done.”
When the third week approached it all hit me like a ton of bricks, the pod had arrived at our permanent home and I knew I was in trouble. My blog was neglected and we had stuff everywhere. On top of it all, we had decided to renovate our home office to make accommodations for my growing business and my husband. All my plans were in a shambles. The ONLY one having any fun was my cat.
Not one to run from any challenge, I forged on. The boxes never seemed to end and my poor blog and the commenting I would usually do was very hit and miss. All in all, the blog side of my life was being sorely neglected and people started to notice I was AOL.
I pushed even harder. I would say to myself, “I can do this.” I started to feel poorly and my hand hurt like the dickens. I set an appointment with my doctor to see what the issue might be. I couldn’t afford to be sick so I was looking for a magic pill.
The doctor gazed into my eyes, down my throat, checked my chest and all my vitals. She worked my wrist and asked a ton of questions. She took a deep breath handed a list of over the counter drugs to use for congestion due to all the dust I had been inhaling. She then handed me a brace for my wrist to allow it to heal because of the strain I had been putting on it with all my overexertion. Lastly, she said what I needed was a break and some rest. It wasn’t the magic pill I was expecting.
When I returned home my husband only laughed and said, “Well that comes as no surprise to me. You can’t do it all. Everything takes time and it will get done, little by little, one step at a time.” Did I tell you he has referred to me as serial project person?
It has been a few days since my doctor’s appointment. We still have some boxes left and much more to organize to make it right in our home. Everything is slowly but surely getting done and I can now see the light at the end of the tunnel. My blog and blogging activities will need to be on hold for a few more days.
We really can’t do it all without help and bit of time. This is a lesson I seem to repeat again and again. That means I really haven’t yet figured it out…. Big sigh! Maybe I will someday.
Life’s journey continues…