F.Y.I.
And if you are or you’re in a relationship with a woman then you know exactly the tone in which I’m saying Eff. Why. Eye.
Sometimes we can’t do it all. Actually, never can we ever do it all. But if you’re anything like me then you’ll try.
And you’ll keep trying until you find yourself head over heals and knee deep in the blazing end of a burn out so burnt that you’ll threaten to cancel all your kids extracurricular activities and you’ll draft all kinds of emails cursing the concepts and organizations that are youth sports today.
You’ll mumble and grumble at your to-do list and you’ll make sure your husband hears those mumbles and grumbles because marriage is team work and if you’re miserable then he’s miserable.
Even if he doesn’t know it.
And you’ll seriously consider using the last little bit of credit on your handful of credit cards for a last minute European extravaganza because who needs healthy doses of responsibility and reality in this day and age?
But also- acting on a whim breeds consequences that have a way of spiraling reality back into the forefront.
So, yesterday, in an effort to increase my rapidly deteriorating capacity, I chose to do yoga over adhering to my hair washing schedule because I didn’t have the time nor the energy for both.
A small, perhaps silly – but also very real example of how we just can’t do it all.
I sacrificed hygiene for well-being because my anxiety demanded it and I have no regerts.
Thank you claw clips for making a comeback and I’ll be honest- those wispy pieces of hair ended up tucked behind my ears before I even had a chance to unplug the curling iron responsible for creating them.
And you know what? The world went on in spite of my greasy hair.
The kids made it to school on time.
I made it to work on time.
(And really, that’s my only goal each and every morning so yay me).
My mental health thanked me for it.
And that rippled out into the they-don’t-know-it-but-they’ll-thank-me-for-it from all those I encountered yesterday.
Doing it all is the stuff of myths.
Honoring your limitations- responding to your inner compass- that is the stuff of legends.
And friends, we are legendary.
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