For a couple of months now the stress of being pulled in too many directions has been building to a crescendo. I knew it was time to fall apart and go a little crazy at home before it happened in public.
My moment to fall apart came this week when an innocuous little thing was the last straw. I had worked hard to get all my “to do’s” done and things were going swimmingly – I thought. Then P.Diddy, the cat, knocked a just-opened box of baking soda onto my freshly waxed floor. (She was mad because I put her on diet cat food.)
After a few choice words I dutifully knelt down to wipe it up then just collapsed onto the floor in blubbering sobs. Every mistake, every gaff, every negative action perpetuated by Yours Truly came bubbling up like Mount Saint Helena during a major eruption.
I pounded the floor while wailing so loudly I’m surprised the guys at Fire Station One didn’t rush around the corner to come to my aid.
No one came and after I’d exorcized my entire life’s screw ups I just laid there staring up at the ceiling. I studied the spot on the ceiling that had been cleverly patched after someone had a stove top fire many decades ago before I even bought the house. I was fascinated by how perfect the ceiling appeared at first glance. The patch job was perfect but that may be an oxymoron and I felt like a moron, but a very refreshed and perfect moron.
I felt as if the weight of the world had finally been lifted off my shoulders. Why had I been holding up the world anyhow? Suddenly I began to laugh at my plight and my less than dignified sixty-something year old child-like behavior. Rebel, Lucky Dawg and P. all stood looking down at me with… What? Was that pity or mirth? Hard to tell but I was grateful to P.Diddy for putting it all into perspective.
I’m sure my stress is no worse than anyone else’s but apparently I wasn’t getting the down time to appreciate the many good things in my life. Even when I have some down time, I have that pesky to-do list going in the back of my mind…the one I want to pound to a pulp.
So I rolled over and pulled myself up in one fluid motion – okay not really fluid, but I got up with a little burst of energy. I decided to dump all my boring to-do’s and just enjoy the day as a sort of vacation. As if the Universe had my back it began to rain in torrents. Hooray!!! I got in my favorite chair and dialed up a binge-able movie on Netflix.
Ain’t life grand? Stop, drop and roll is good advice for a plethora of bad situations. Uh-oh, P.Diddy just shoved her diet kibble on the floor and I don’t even care. Rebel will clean it up.