The past few weeks have been a rollercoaster – emotionally, physically, and professionally. And then Thanksgiving came along, with endless food, and good family. We were a small but wonderful group this year. I had the opportunity to handwash a lot of dishes, and had a brilliant flashback to my childhood.
When I was little, my mom would set me chores to do that would take f o r e v e r. I think most kids feel this way, but I was the human interpretation of a graph where the line approaches, but never actually reaches the horizontal axis. I would get started, and then half- or three-quarters of the way through my task, get completely side tracked. Productivity would come to a screeching halt.
When washing dishes as a kid, this meant that I would play with the bubbles, the faucet, and daydream. My mom would find me 90mins later with a few cups still to wash, and over half the bottle of soap gone. Washing the dishes on Thanksgiving brought me back to that peaceful daydreamy place. If only I could hide in that bubble forever.
Black Friday I worked 11 hours straight. There is absolutely no way to prepare for the onslaught of crazy. You just keep going and breathing, leaning on your co-workers emotionally (and physically), and drink as much coffee as your stomach will let you. I drank 36oz+ and wasn’t even buzzed. Yesterday was just as bad, but I survived the 13hrs of work. Today my body rebelled, and I was forced to take a day. So here I am finishing the post I started three weeks ago.
I was able to keep the opening sentence.
I am this otter. I want this Christmas to be wonderful, and cozy, and full of all the people I love. And I definitely want to stick my tongue out at all the cranky people.
As far as Peace Corps prep goes:
I’ve gotten fingerprinted and have some legal paperwork to send in. It’s on my to-do list for tomorrow. (For real this time. It’s been on my to-do list for at least two weeks).
I have a list of things to ask my doctor, once I figure out my health care. Again. And a handful of vaccinations I need to get. And dental exams I need.
And then a long list of financial things to figure out.
It all gets overwhelming, fast. So here I am curled up on the sofa, trying to ignore the world outside my blanket. I want to be able to take care of everything, tie up all lose ends at once and pay off my bills so I’m free to hang out with friends, plan and pack….
It doesn’t work like that?
That’s why even the simplest thing – bringing paperwork to FedEx – has been stuck on my to-do list.
I need to get better at small steps. And being ok with those small steps.
And not getting sidetracked by making endless bubbles.