I haven’t met anyone yet who’s mastered the laws of time and space. There are 24 hours in a day here on Earth. We get to divvy up that time as we wish, but the time itself is what it is. Our energy within those hours ebbs and flows, our capacities wax and wane.
Someone really smart (can’t remember who), said, “People always overestimate what they can do in a day and underestimate what they can do in six months.” I find myself in complete agreement.
I’m so happy to have woven this project into my life–it’s one of the smarter things I’ve chosen to do in all these years on the planet. I just wish there were more than 24 hours in a day. Or that sleep was not actually important.
It’s been a surprisingly busy year so far, and the next few months show no signs of letting up. Surprisingly, I’m not too stressed about it. But I will be if I don’t make some little changes here and there.
For the next few months, starting next week, I’m cutting back to two blog posts a week, probably Mondays and Thursdays. There are no plans to cut back on task work, but the time saved in writing one small post each week will free up a few hours that need to be put towards a few other things — like moving my fat butt and preparing to release the new CD. And hanging out with my fabulous husband. Feels like I barely see the man anymore, even though we both work from a home that measures less than 1000 square feet.
This is hardly a major change, but the “old” me would’ve considered this inability to do everything incredibly well every single day all the time a complete failure. I’d have stressed about this for another 20 pounds. I’d have ended up doing more things less effectively.
Perfectionism: how perfectly boring.
The middle-aged me is totally cool with evaluating the status quo and adjusting, based on, ya know, reality. I’m all about proactively preventing high levels of stress. It’s still perfectly boring, but the imperfection of it all feels far more honest.
So, starting next week, look for two posts a week. And I hereby grant myself periodic one-week “vacations” from the project a couple of times a year to regroup and chill. How civilized!
AND… if any of this makes you contemplate your own lives and stress levels, please use that energy and take 10 minutes to help me out by completing the current survey I’m conducting on stress for the BSP.
Yes, kiddos — there’s a badge in it.