Well, today was SUPPOSED to be productive.
Have you ever had one of those days? Days with great intentions that seem to fall short?
Today is that day.
Well, to be honest, that day is MANY days! Sad but true...
As a working and homeschooling mom, I am working on 2 side businesses as well as helping my senior apply for colleges and then now it is moving into tax season. And, of course, I am trying to be more consistent with self care, which means regular gym time and personal time for me. When do I fit that in, you ask? Great question! Every day is different.
I tend to find myself on OVERload... My brain gets stuck with details that I don't know what to do about. Like organization.
At times, I am really great at organizing but other times, I get hung up on the details.
Today, I am organizing a variety of papers and need to put them in a way that I can easily find what I need. But, what will that look like? Then I am stuck. Seems like such a silly task to get hung up on but here we are.
There is also a stat that states every time we are interrupted, it can take an average of 23 minutes to get back on task. I totally feel that is accurate in my own life! Another limit to productivity.
Some days, I can rock it all and feel amazing by it all. And then days like today? I wish there was a reset button!
What are some of your most helpful tricks or tips to keep you
organized or on task?
Hit reply and share! I will share mine in the next blog... :) Until then... stay focused! I will be working on that myself.
As I contemplate my life and where I am at, I am struck by the number of people who report feeling "alone." As a mental health therapist, the number of folks who come in for counseling with anxiety and/or depression is astounding. Many of these folks feel as though they don't have anyone to talk to, to vent with, problem solve.
Sometimes I feel curious about the validity of this, wondering if it is accurate as to how many people really are disconnected. I am struck by this problem more recently, as I have found myself in a different place in life. It is true when people say that everything changes when your parents die. I am finding that out more and more.
It has been just over 2 months since my mom passed away. My dad passed coming up on 8 years this January. I do have 2 siblings but we have never been very close. In this season, I have been very surprised at the lack of connection people offer. "Friends" who don't check in to see how I am, or if I survived part one of the holidays without too much grief. Or drama. People who don't realize that any conversation is better than nothing, just to feel connected and not forgotten.
While I have friends, I consider most of them aquaintances. I probably only have about 2-3 people that I would call "close" and I can add one more for my husband. I see other people talk about their "tribe." When I think about a tribe, I think about a group of spirited folks running and fighting and living together. As a strong woman, I would consider myself a warrior of sorts. However, I don't consider myself having a "tribe." I am solo, running the race on my own. In battle, on my own.
Man, am I tired.
And no wonder! We are meant to live life in community! To be with our Tribe who has our back and helps us fight the battles that need to be fought. However, when the battle that needs to be fought, is depression or being lonely, it is a lot harder to fight with no one to help. Eventually, we all have a chance of running weary and we desire for the battle to end.
But, then what? When there is no one there to help us through the fire? To help us pick up a sword? To even be a cheerleader to encourage us, when sometimes the only weapon that can be lifted is our own? What then??
I am seeing this concern arise more frequently. I suppose in some ways, it is good for me in the sense that it provides me job security in the midst of being that cheerleader for someone who needs it. Someone who can help provide tools and support where others don't.
It makes sense why others are so depressed and weary and often giving into the seemingly never ending battle. They are tired. Alone. Weary. And Tribe-less.
I am feeling that Tribe-less more and more. The few people I connect with are limited in their wanting to be engaged. I get it. We all live busy lives. We have our own struggles. It is hard to engage and potentially take on someone else's. Yet, here we are, struggling to keep up the fight and wondering where our Tribe is.
I have gone through seasons in which I have had a wonderful tribe to help provide me with support and love and strength. Yet, life ebbs and flows and things change. People move, grow apart, marry, have children. Life changes and tribes can change. However, there are a number of wonderful people who have been in my tribe who may never know how important they were to my seasons of life in which they were my people, my tribe.