Are we ever really done?
My semester ended yesterday. I finished it with a self-satisfied feeling of having completed something. Last night, in a celebration of sorts, I used my free evening time to bask in the glory of evening television, hanging (and arguing) with my family, cooking dinner (well, sort of, because it meant ordering in Indian for my husband, cooking mac and cheese with peas for my daughter and reheating Tuesday’s eggplant parm for me), wrestling with our very ornery cat and starting in on the list of chores in the run-up to Christmas.
I actually wrote Christmas cards, ordered Christmas presents online (including a double of something — oops), hauled out last year’s wrapping paper, talked with my husband about how neither of us felt very Christmasy this year, and then dug through our very overstuffed closet to find the bag of ornaments for the tree we have to get one of these days. It all got me to thinking that the crush of too much to do all the time means that simple moments tend to fall by the wayside in favor of a forced march of “have-to-get-this-done.”
In essence, my night off wasn’t a night off at all, least ways not until I figured out that I really didn’t have to get everything done in one night. And even though my list of things to do is still pretty huge, I’ve resolved to slow down over these next few weeks; to take the moments as they are and enjoy the journey too, not just the destination.
I see the application to my boxing too. I get in a rush and go mad for the gym and then find that I lose the knack for even getting there. So I’m calling a moratorium on needing to overachieve everything. Merely achieving is okay, just as being done is okay. That means that today, even though I have a lot of chores, I’m going to give each thing its due and if something doesn’t get finished, well, that’s okay too. It can have its own arc; its own round, and while it’s nice to fit things neatly into the equivalent of three-minute intervals, not everything in life can be experienced in that way.
I can relate, GB. I had a hard time sleeping last night. The hamsters had their megaphones out and were shouting all the last minute things I need to finish before Christmas. I ended up surfing the internet on my Blackberry and found a blog post about people who are great at making To Do lists and not so good at getting the stuff on the list done. [Yoo hoo. Waving.]
Actually, that’s not quite true. I always get the stuff done. I just have this addiction to adrenaline that makes me wait until the eleventh hour so I can “beat the clock.” I’m very good at making my own fun. 😐
Congrats on the completed semester.
Thanks for your best wishes, Margaret! Re: the last minute “kick” — it is quite something! I tend to wait for the 10-1/2 mark before putting myself into gear. And I agree it is a game of angles, figuring out how close you can cut it before you land on the wrong side of the mark. 😉