I'm having one of those days...I can feel the anxiety kind of bubbling underneath the surface. You know how you can sometimes sense the perfect storm before it hits...I sense it.
I'm stressed out.
I try to get to the root of the stress and realize it's not the fact that Adam slipped a disk and is completely immobile. Or that we're snowed in and I don't know how to work the snowblower and we missed garbage day and I tend to get stuck when there's this much snow on the roads. Or that I keep staring at my to-do list and not crossing anything off... a sure recipe for disaster.
It's all of these things coupled with the pressure I put on myself, I think.
Do you know that pressure? You must. It's the thing that tells us we should be farther ahead of where we are now. The thing that makes us think we're failing even at things we're just beginning. The thing that tells us we can't do something when we know we're called to it.
That thing is a beast.
So today, I'm gently reminding myself, as I take care of my husband, brave driving in crazy amounts of snow and work my way down the to-do list... that I'll get there.
In time, I'll get there.
And so will you.
In time, you'll get there.