Data Points

The night we told the children, I texted my best friend that I didn’t think I could do this. She told me I could. And I did.

As I was driving home from Montana, I texted a friend and told him that I thought I should be better at managing this than I actually was. He told me that he couldn’t imagine anyone feeling like they could handle this task.

Taryn sent me bath bombs to remind me to take some time for myself. Friends and colleagues stop by and listen and hug me. I am astonished at how kind people are to me. I’m not the dying one. This should be easier for me than it seems to be. It is not easy.

There are other problems which compound and add to this one. Work has exploded in the worst possible way. Something that wasn’t my fault, but will have dramatic, painful and long reaching implications to my career trajectory. Not the good kind of implications, I should hasten to add. School is busy in the middle of the term. There are things due, research to be done. My brownies co-leader is profoundly disorganized, leaving me scrambling when I least have time and fortitude to manage this.

People ask how I am doing. I can’t answer. It’s not won’t, I don’t know what to tell them. I am almost out of gas. I remembered the cupcakes for my colleague, but not the library books or the form I need to turn into university. This is better than yesterday, when I remembered none of those things. On Friday I came into the office without a jacket. I didn’t buy groceries on Sunday. I couldn’t tell you why or what I was doing. On Monday, I got to class. I had no idea I was supposed to present. It just slipped. It’s the sort of thing that would normally vastly upset me, leave me feeling ashamed and stupid for days. I shrugged, looked at the professor and said “Next Monday?”. I couldn’t tell you what I ate for dinner last night and I have no lunch for today. I seem to survive on granola bars and carrot sticks, and I do belive that I’m almost out of both.

Before I go back to Montana at the end of the month, I have to get the car serviced. I think it probably needs things done. I don’t really know what those things are, I’m not sure how to find them, I have an idea that turning up at the dealership and telling them to do . . . things is not a good idea, but I’m willing to bet that’s what is going to happen.

So, how am I doing?

The data suggests not well. I don’t know why I’m failing at this.

But there you have it.

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2 Responses to Data Points

  1. Sharon says:

    Overload. We can be the most organized, together person in the world…but at some point life events take hold. There is a point at which it is all too much. Turn it all off. Take a break. Get some help. Talk to someone who knows what it’s like. All good ideas but only you know what you need. All the support in the world can’t take your place in what’s happening in your life. It’s hard and it’s okay to do it differently if you decide to.

  2. Debby Hornburg says:

    I came here to offer the advice that Sharon offered first. When you’re juggling a lot on your plate, stuff gets dropped. It’s how it is. I am so grateful for the friends and their kindness to you.

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