My schedule is a mess. My sleep patterns are out of whack. I keep forgetting to eat and then binging on whatever the hell I can get my hands on when I realize my stomach is eating itself from the inside out.
I have, in other words, been better.
But this is to be expected.
I was away from home for two weeks and experienced a significant loss during that time. I came home eager to jump back into normal, and then Hurricane Sandy happened. We had a day of school closings and a last-minute visit to the store, while several of my friends and clients endured major losses and upheaval. Normal was delayed.
But that is to be expected.
I’m not writing this to whine about how screwed up my system is right now, but rather to remind myself that there is no Real Life waiting to restart.
This is it.
The unexpected, the storms, the days when you hit snooze on your alarm 12 times.
Real life is property loss and postponed trick-or-treating. It’s homemade costumes and joyful reunions. It’s laundry that needs to be done and gas lines that need to be repaired. It’s work you regret taking on and work you absolutely love to do.
Today is normal, even if it’s not routine, and so I need to relax. I need to stop trying to cram the day and myself into what it’s supposed to be and let it just be what it is.
I need to breathe.
Do the best I can.
And make one choice at a time that sets me towards happiness.