The concept of completion. In my dreams...
I need to let something go...and that's the concept of completion.
Who am I kidding? I have two young kiddos, a chronic illness, and a daily nap to contend with every day; everything, and I mean everything, has to be done in stages.
Doing laundry, responding to emails, making dinner, getting dressed, writing blogs, making a phone call, going to the bathroom - you name it, it gets done incrementally. (I'd say that last item usually gets completed...but I do usually end up washing my hands in a sink other than the bathroom, typically because I'm on the move. Or should I say, the girls are on the move!)
But I need to realize that a) stages are okay, b) the job still gets done, and c) I should embrace the 2 minutes and 40 seconds I have to start one or any of the above tasks, realizing that it may take a total of 60 minutes to complete what should be a 15 minute project, but that getting a start on it is half that battle.
What's my default modus operandi? Waiting until I can carve out the total 15 or 20 minutes so that I can do a project start to finish. But that's SO hard to do...and doesn't really set me up to succeed. Why not at least get the laundry started...even if I have to leave it until after my nap is finished? Or make the phone call, but let the person on the other end know that my window of time is small...and may be cut short altogether?
When I think about embarking upon a task that I might not be able to finish immediately, I break out in hives. Well - I used to break out in hives. Now, I realize that the "shoulds" in life are very few and far between...and that nothing is so pressing that it should cause me to stress out or skip a nap. And spending a few extra minutes with those girls is much more important than any item on a to-do list.
Don't you think?
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Just last night, I ventured out on a walk with Deirdre (on her tricycle), Bernadette (in the stroller), and Darwin (on his leash.) I had my hands full, and we got to the top of our driveway (which is kind of steep, so I had to help push Deirdre up on her bike while juggling the other two), and there was a neighbor walking her dog. Darwin started to do his little barky, defense mechanism thing, and the lady kindly moved to the other side of the street. I was so thankful - and I told her as much. I said, "Sometimes, I don't even know how we make it up the driveway!" She agreed, and I'm sure you guys do, too!
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