Last night…I was exhausted…mentally and physically…and…I realized…that…it was
from nothing more than…two days of rushing from…point A…to…point B…while really needing to be…at…point C…at least in my own mind…
So…I did what I needed to do…I went to bed early…and…stayed there a bit later this morning…but…not enough to make me feel…rushed…as I get ready for work…
As I lay there this morning…Bertha…seized the opportunity to have…a little chat…so much for…rest…anyway…she reminded me…it wasn’t the amount of stuff that I had done over the past couple of days…that had exhausted me…
No…
It was the sense of…urgency…that I had attached to things…she reminded me…it’s not the stuff…it’s my reaction to the stuff…that is important…and…I have control…over…my reaction…
But…how do I not feel…urgent…when these things needed to be done…and…at a certain time…and…there were…three of them…or…twenty…or…fifty…or some large number…and…they were big…and…and…and…
First…she reminded me…one of my urgent tasks…was only…urgent…because I had put it off until the last minute…not because I hadn’t had time to do it earlier…but…because I had chosen to…wait…until it became…urgent…
Oh…well…that…
Then…she reminded…that…on one of the other things…I set myself up…by having…self-imposed…unrealistic expectations…
Oh…well…that…
Of course…she kept rambling…but…I was up brushing my teeth by then…no sense in letting that become…urgent…now…was there…
Jane
