Thinking of the good things

At the end of a weekend do you ever focus on what you couldn’t or didn’t get done instead of what you did?  I certainly do in fact, my “to do” list causes me great amounts of anxiety and I often go through my days overwhelmed and feeling like there aren’t enough hours in the day.

Recently I’ve been working on coping mechanisms for my anxiety because truth be known, there is NOT enough hours in the day for the list I set for myself to accomplish. I set unrealistic expectations of myself and then am somehow shocked and dismayed when I don’t meet them.

I often walk into work on Monday morning and when asked how my weekend was say “Not long enough”.  So puttering in the kitchen a few minutes ago, singing along to my music, it came to me.  I had a GOOD weekend.

My weekend consisted of:

·         Cleaning my house

·         Grocery shopping (included some school supplies!)

·         Cooking some clean options for lunches

·         Making my husband’s lunch for both Saturday and Sunday

·         Doing a friend’s taxes

·         Cooking dinner for a friend

·         Mini golfing and lunch with my son’s, friend and her kids

·         Gardening

·         Reading the rest of my book

·         Watching a movie on Netflix

·         Composing some comments for performance plans at work

·         Drinking a lovely glass of wine

·         Working on my long term goals list or as my friend calls them “miracles”

·         Flirting with my husband via text or before he had to leave for work

·         Cuddling with my five year old

·         Playing a board game with a friend

·         Soon to play cards with another friend

·         Making lunches and getting things ready for work/daycare on Monday

 

I’d say the above is a pretty great list of accomplishments.  I’m sitting in my dining room, looking at the lovely flowers a friend sent me, typing on my laptop, with the sun shining through the windows.  My five year old is running around in circles squealing and my husband is getting ready for work.

 

Dinner is bubbling on the stove and there is a giant pile of laundry behind me to be folded.  But it’s all good because the list above is enough.  If I get the laundry folded bonus.  If I don’t that’s okay too. Don’t get me wrong, my “to do” list is still massive.  It’s just been shoved to the back of my cerebral junk drawer to be found another day.

 

I know this isn’t my usual sarcastic, make fun of my family kind of posts but it was on my mind so this is what you got.  Suck it up princess, there will be plenty of Scott bashing next time :P