Showing posts with label pace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pace. Show all posts

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Speed limit

So far, 2012 has been … in a word: busy.

Things are moving and shaking. I’m spinning a lot of project plates just now, both on the work side and the personal side. I’m certainly not bored. Good grief, I have no time to be. And that’s great!
Busy is good. But some days, “busy” is a four-letter word.

As I age, I’m coming to know myself. I only have so much energy, and that ebbs and flows. Certain things charge me up, and those waves run high, fast, and strong. And yet I know I have to be careful, because I can only keep up the pace for so long. I’ve begun to learn my pattern, and I can feel when my endurance is starting to fade. I get wobbly; I start missing details and my attention span snaps.

If I’m paying attention, and I catch it quick enough, I can avert total disaster. Which makes charging the batteries that much easier and quicker. If I don’t catch it quick enough, those waves I’m riding start to crash. And I end up in a puddle. And it’s not always pretty. I don’t like puddling—because it usually means something gets mucked up while I’m recharging and recovering.

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Mario Andretti is credited with saying, "If everything's under control, you aren't going fast enough."



My disclaimer: There's a speed limit. And the flashing red & blue will graciously remind you what it is. Pay attention; don't crash the wall. It wins.
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Smack. The wall hit me this time. Hard. So much for thinking I had another week or two to slow down.

My Pollyanna needs a vacation. And the rest of me needs a nap.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Breathe. Breathe. Just breathe.

I have a wonderful collection of generous, brilliant friends. Recently, one of them shared an observation about 3 year olds and time-outs, here.
How fast is Warp 9? What speed comes after that? Whatever speed that is, for about the last 6 months, things in my world have been rocketing along at *that* speed. I've been struggling ... surfing the wave between excitement about change and projects moving forward and the associated overwhelm of managing a boatload of moving parts. Mario Andretti is credited with saying, "if everything's under control, you're not going fast enough." I am SO going fast enough.
I acknowledge and own that I'm naturally hard-wired to be a "super-achiever." At the same time, I'm a firm believer that all you can do is all you can do, and that is all. you. can. do. Some days "all" means more than others. I'm pretty sure I've hit the red-line limit of more. I think I need one of Laura's time outs.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. And let the inner, calm adult take the lead.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Gratitutional

In keeping with the reflection theme, I revisited this list I started 2 years ago. At the time, I found myself struggling to not sprint my marathon ... to slow down enough to experience life as it happened instead of just rushing crazy mad from one thing straight to the next. It's too easy to let important things we know we ought to do fall by the wayside. Like telling someone when they do something we appreciate, for example. Life is too long not to appreciate the appreciable. And life is too short to live without an attitude of gratitude.

Among other things, I am thankful for...

... lazy evenings
with nothing planned but curling up on the couch with a movie or a good book.

... sunrises
no matter the size of the hairy beast you battled the day before, chances are pretty good it won't look so fierce in the brilliant light of a new day.

... a good book
a thick one with great characters and a believable plot; one you can get lost in on a rainy afternoon.

... rainy afternoons
to curl up with a fuzzy blanket, cup of hot chocolate, and, of course, a good book to get lost in.

... napping
'nough said

... old-fashioned letters
LOVE getting mail that isn't a bill or credit card solicitation. A hand-written note means the author really put some thought behind what they wanted to tell you. There's just no easy way to edit/copy/paste when composing a letter.

... puppy kisses
dogs don't care what you're wearing, if you're having a bad hair day, or what other people think; they love you simply because you're you, and you came home to them.

... blustery October "Winnie-the-Pooh" days
when it's still warm, but the wind is gusting just enough to whip the leaves around.

... heated seats
makes the early morning travel to practice so much more bearable.

... forgiveness
We're none of us perfect. We make mistakes, fall, pick ourselves up, hopefully learn something, and move on. I'm so thankful that God's grace flows freely and that He bears our burdens.

... kids
they're so innocent and full of awed wonder, not restricted by bias or tradition; they giggle at anything that strikes them funny, and they're generally dispositioned towards fun. They live life with gusto, totally spent at the end of each day. They don't sweat the small stuff, but find infinite joy in simply being alive.

... gray hair
it's genetic; a subtle reminder that some things just are outside your control. Ya gotta buckle up and hang on, because life is a wild ride. But instead of obsessing about trivial things, look at the big picture and concentrate on the stuff you CAN influence.

... grandparents
they keep family history, hope, and traditions alive. They tell you about all the crazy things your parents did when they were young. They're the hub that keeps everyone connected. I miss mine.

... moments
the stuff grand memories are made of.

... 2 am friends
they take your middle-of-the-night crisis calls and have your back, no explanations necessary. They walk beside you on the adventure through life's trials and triumphs, tolerate your foibles, laugh at your antics, understand the complexities of your character, and protect your vulnerable parts. AND, they claim you in public. :)

What would you add to the list?