Coming home today I felt like I needed to exhale. A dramatic, cleansing release of breath that is paired perfectly with sweatpants and a flop upon the couch. These last two days have been a bit crazy, a bit nutty. Just look at the lack of naps two days in a row. Driving us home today from a sweet little holiday shindig, I was lost in a future scenario...the one where I counted the minutes until bedtime and would then have the house to myse- wait. We have a dog. GAH! The cat is pissed about the dog. The latest addition to my resume is: let the animals work it out, but don't let the dog get too beat up. Oye. I've only had this job for 24 hours and I'm already over it.
Anyhow, this line of thinking meandered around for a bit until I came upon this little tidbit: why the exasperation? Why go around acting like my current state is taxing and nigh on unmanageable? My acknowledgement, or my statement out loud (verbal, physical, see: eye rolling, sighing, etc.) that my life today is more than I'd like to be handling is making it true for me. The thing is, it's not true.
If I want to have a spotless house and take care of my other obligations today, then I could be stressed out. If I want to get the grocery shopping done today and take care of my other obligations, then I could be fed up. If I want to be crafty and make all of my Christmas decorations and have some time to be still, then I might be short tempered. So the question is, why?
"Tension is who you think you should be.
Relaxation is who you are."
Chinese Proverb
"Peace is the result of retraining your mind to process life as it is, rather than how you think it should be." Wayne W. Dyer
The path to freedom and happiness is letting go, it's being good with what the day brought and being thankful for it. I tend to do the opposite. I dwell on the things I didn't get done and the way my house doesn't look like a magazine cover. The funny thing is, nothing actually changes between those scenarios besides who I am then capable of being.
Mind: blown.
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