Have you had enough?
Seriously. I have pondered this thought a lot lately. I guess, pondered is the wrong term, and probably should admit before I go any further that I’m rather obsessive with my thoughts and thinking. I wouldn’t go as far as to say I was born this way, as I know, I was not. Let’s just say that this way of behavior has become a result of how things have gone OR not gone in my life. Okay, see, I told you that I have a habit of digressing, I just did it..did you even notice? HA!
Back to my original thought..really..when is enough..enough. What is your breaking point? At what point do you say those words out loud or in your head? To me, lately, it seems to be a daily dialogue with myself or with my sweet husband. My sweet husband, by the way is the guy who works hard to support us, the one who has a very rigorous travel schedule, who gets by on little to no sleep most times, YET, always seems like he is holding it together? Yea, that would be my husband. More about him later.
As I was taxing one of my children to one of their sporting practices, I started to think about this. We as humans are stretched to the maximum. We all have busy schedules; we all are keeping time on someone else’s clock. A constant blur of rushing to meet deadlines, have you noticed that more times than not, what you’re doing is adhering to everyone else’s schedule but your own? You moms know what it is that I’m talking about. Sometimes my life seems a constant blur of eating, sleeping, running, caring for my family and driving somewhere, okay, so maybe not in that order, but you catch my drift. Some days it seems as if the hours in my day run right into the next, and before I realize, I’m standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes after dinner. Where the hell did my day just go? Honestly, the day’s rituals seem to be a blur come 7pm some nights. I mean did I even enjoy my day? Was it good? Was I good? Did I piss anyone off? Did they piss me off? (of course they did)The last thing I remember on some days is putting my two youngest on the bus; everything after that was well..I can’t even really say, because that would mean that I actually remembered my day..and I just got done telling you that most times I don’t remember them.
So my point?
Okay, so my writing and rambling is not always going to have a point. Like I say to my husband OR like my husband has been saying to me A LOT lately, not everything has to have a reason or meaning behind it; sometimes things just happen, and sometimes I just say random stuff.
Anyway, I do have a point with this today. My point is, decide when enough is really enough in your life. Pick a day and decide that today is going to be your enough is enough day. When you pick your day, do something for yourself. Skip an appointment, don’t answer your phone, don’t answer that email or do that load of laundry that has been sitting there for almost a week..(what? You don’t have a pile that’s been sitting there for a week? Oh, okay, maybe that is just my house then) Pick something else to do that will benefit YOU. Turn up the radio, sing your heart out..take a long walk or just sit and take in the scenery, but most of all don’t forget to laugh.
The last part is the most important part. Laugh. When is the last time you really laughed? Stop and think about that. Do you remember the last time you laughed so hard you cried? You could barely breathe? Do you remember where you were or what you were doing?
I challenge you to do this at least once a month. Report back to me on how it went.