When the highlight of your universe is that you didn't end up having to report for jury duty, you probably need to set your standards a little higher.
Probably two years ago I signed up for the Photo Time Capsule at PhotoJojo - which hooks to your flickr account and emails you twice a month with your hot photos from a year ago. And you can leave a message for yourself, too. Talking to the future? Sign me up!
So, this most recent message from myself, a year ago, reminded me to breathe, and hoped that I wasn't as crazed and stressed as I was last year at this time.
I don't even remember being crazed and stressed last year. I mean, yeah, my FIL had a stroke, and my MIL wasn't doing well, and work was insane, and the kids had a bunch of activities and ... oh.
My hair has been shedding like crazy for the last few years, and I still have a lot of hair, more than some people on a good day, but even my stylist is concerned now. My doctors keep telling me to "de-stress" which - the hell if I even know where to start. There is no balance, which I've pretty much accepted. I try to be 100% present in whatever activity I'm undertaking - so if I'm with the family, I'm 100% with them, and if I'm at work, I'm 100% at that, but I've effectively cut myself out of the Jenny pie. I don't make any time for me.
Yoga! I say. I will get up in the morning and do yoga. But I don't. Meditation! I say. I will meditate and release this pent up crap! But then the phone rings, or the dog barks, or a meeting gets scheduled and I cannot find the time at all. Familiar drama continues. My FIL still isn't well.
Some people thrive under stress. I wilt.
So, today, I'm turning off my ringer. I'm taking 30 minutes out of my work day, and I'm putting the dog outside and I'm starting. So that next year, when I look back, I will have more than four hairs on my head, and hopefully won't have to get an email to remind me to breathe.