If you've been paying attention, you probably know that I live and die by a schedule. My training plans are laid out six to eight months in advance. Every workout, every day. And I run my household the same way. I know exactly what we are going to be doing pretty much every minute from now until December. That's just the way I roll.
But recently, life has thrown me some curve balls. Nothing life altering. Just schedule altering. And future plan altering.
It's rather annoying. And frustrating. And nerve racking. Some days, I just feel like screaming. Or walking away. Neither of which would be productive. But, at the same time, these curve balls have brought a sense of relief. OK, maybe not relief, but maybe, ease.
It has taken some readjustment (hard for an obsessive compulsive Type A), but the break is kind of nice. Losing the feeling that XYZ has to be done by this date or that time has lowered my stress level (to a point). I've had to accept help, which KILLS me. I've had to accept that I can't control EVERYTHING. And I've had to accept that even when you think you have everything planned, things can change. And the changes aren't necessarily bad.
These little curve balls are probably the universe's way of telling me to "chill out", to be more balanced and to stop rushing things. Maybe, I needed to see that I should appreciate things just the way they are instead of looking forward to what's next.
Well, Universe, I'm listening.