You know how those wise computer people say to turn off your computer on the weekends so it can reboot and install updates? Well, I kinda learned that this week.
While I’ve started this post with computer references, let me just go on record and say I know nothing about computers and this, as with all of my posts, is about life, and figuring it out (or at least attempting too).
I have had a lot going on for awhile. Let me illustrate:
I’ve been a single mama of three hella bright precocious children for 10 years.
My beautiful, inspiring mom was diagnosed with cancer last year and is fighting with the strength of 1000 warriors.
I am the Executive Director of a nonprofit Educational Organization. I raised $400,000 in 4 meetings last week (woot!).
My daughter is graduating from 8th grade and plays club volleyball which has us all over the region every weekend.
All of my kids are musical, they take piano lessons, play guitar, sing in choirs, etc.
My two boys…one is building a rocket on the dining room table as I write, the other one is at grampa’s house, helping him make gluten free bread.
(When I write all of this, it looks ridiculous. Like hello, one person is not capable of doing all of this!)
So anyways, I started not feeling well a few days ago. I’m anemic and I thought it was that. Turns out after a long day in ER that my stress was so high, my heart created an irregular rhythm to try to deal with it. Oh.
The ER doctor gave me a letter that said, no work until next Tuesday. Huh.
So, I came home (by that I mean my dad drove me home) and sat on the couch, for a long time. My dad made dinner, and I worked on chilling the heck out.
I started with working on my belly breathing (thanks yoga) and figuring out what I can take off my list. I decided to send my daughter to the volleyball tournament this weekend with another family. I asked my dad to take the boys for the weekend. I wrote and I wrote and I cried and I breathed. I started to feel much better. Today, I feel pretty much back to normal.
This was a wake up call. I have been running for so long without stopping that my operating system was thinking about getting out of whack. Hence, the reboot.
Today, after I said goodbye to my daughter, I had a huge meltdown. She is getting older and I have 4 years with her before she graduates and takes on the world herself. Time is so precious. As I sat there with the tears pouring onto my hoodie, I felt like such a failure. Failing at doing all of the things I want to do. Failing at self care and being a good mom and spending enough time with my kids, my mom, my dad, my friends. Failing at holding it all together.
And then I remembered something a dear friend said to me once, she said, “Tanya, why are you being so hard on yourself? If this was happening to a friend of yours or one of your kids, you would wrap them up in your arms, tell them how much you love them and how capable they are. Do that for yourself.” Oh.
Another friend said, “it’s not you that is broken, it’s the system. The go all the time, crazy rush of American life.” Oh.
So, it is with self compassion I say to myself, “you’ve come a long way baby. You deserve a break to slow down and reboot. Welcome it with open arms, it’s a message and you need to hear it.”
So, the rebooting starts. I will be offline, in nature, with loved ones and learning how to sustain and balance this precious life.
Take care of yourself. Reboot if needed. Breathe and repeat. You’ve got this. And do do I.