failure to focus

Today started with a weird dump of stress hormones. There was a server that blew up and required my husband’s attention before he could watch three of the kids while I took Katherine to her eye appointment. The calendar note wasn’t clear, so he didn’t make it home in time for me to get her there when I wanted to, plus I forgot her glasses. Not a big deal, but I’m learning these things sometimes have fallout beyond the moment. We got through the appointment, but the edginess stayed.

Today, it leaves me with a sort of tired-but-wired mind and body. I need a rest, I need a run, and I need to get some to-do items checked off. I have plenty to do, but I can’t seem to focus and pick the next one. Sometimes this happens.

And, because it’s my Writing Month, I’ll share my recovery plan in faith that somebody can use it.

Awareness

Noticing is always the first step. I haven’t had this particular brand of stress in a while, so I saw it quickly and named it shortly thereafter.

Reaching out

I texted a friend. Told her my body was still flipping out and I was having a hard time recovering from the morning. She was busy and didn’t get my message until a few minutes ago, but that’s not especially important—I needed to tell somebody who would (eventually) ask the question, “What’s one thing you can do take it down one click?” She and I ask this of each other on the regular, so just giving her the information reminded me to answer that question.

Taking it down one click

Today, by the time I’d settled all the people enough to answer it, it was 2:30 and I hadn’t eaten lunch. That was my one thing. This usually is a physical self-care thing. I can take my stress down by reducing internal irritations like hunger or thirst or a full bladder. Bonus: I have a fair bit of control over those things!

Making a plan

Once I’d eaten some leftovers, I was in a space to take stock of what needed to be done. I needed some internal quiet and some external peace. The internal quiet takes a little doing: screen time for the girls, and a podcast for me. Not just any podcast, but Emily Freeman’s Next Right Thing podcast, which always points me toward peace, and the Prince of it. I folded laundry. I tidied. I hopped on the treadmill.

And that brings us here.

I’m still walking. My house is far from immaculate, but it’s no longer overwhelming. Between the quiet, the tidy, and the exercise, the stress hormones have receded and I feel both less tired and less wired. I feel like I can handle the evening. It’s going to be fine.


This post is part of a 31-day series called “Grace in Failure.” Other posts from the series can be found here.

31days of grace in failure 4-3

 

 

Advertisements

Author: robininalaska

Just another mom trying to follow Jesus and do a good job and enjoy it.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s