Last week was my birthday. Now 34, nothing has changed. I’m still me. I’ve never put much weight into the age (I mean, once you get past 21 what’s to look forward to?) but the date is what I focus on. My birthday is almost exactly the halfway point of the year, June 30. It’s a good time to evaluate where I am on my goals for the year and refocus.
I’ve totally lost my perspective recently, spooking myself out of success and resting on my laurels. I let myself talk myself into “deserving” splurges. I grab something “easy” on the way home from work for dinner. And Starbucks is directly on my way to work so that’s been a daily stop…
Originally, I was trying to get refocused in June. Take the baby steps to get back on track. Of course, I fell into the “okay, this is the last time” trap every time I was tired and wanted pizza. I did manage to only eat the lunches that I packed for myself at work…. No popping out for fast food and a soda.
That’s one baby step I managed.
When it came to my birthday day I had to work. So, the night before I was going to do dinner with the hubby to celebrate. Then, his aunt reached out wanting to see our new house and Friday—the planned dinner date night—was the only time we could see them. So, Friday was spent getting the house ready for guests and then entertaining. Saturday, I had to work and Sunday…. Sunday was a frustration.
I got up at 8 on Sunday, my day off, to take Scout-the-dog to the vet. Dropped him off and went to the grocery store, got home and mowed the lawn. As I was finishing the lawn, the vet called that Scout was ready to come home. I drove back to the vet, picked up Scout and got in the car to head home.
The rest of the day was supposed to be my relaxing day. I was going to start Stargate Universe Season Two for the GateWorld articles. I was going to meal prep. I was going to take a nap.
But the car wouldn’t start.
I called my husband, who was getting ready for work, to come to give us a jump.
But the battery wouldn’t take a charge. We spent twenty minutes trying to get it to jump. A random stranger stopped with better quality cables and tried to help. Nothing worked.
I dropped hubby off at work, drove home and tried to figure this out. It’s a Sunday so everything is closed. I can’t find my AAA card, so I call my parents to see if it came to it, if one of them would be able to wait for a tow truck with me.
Being parents, instead of saying “Sure, we can come by” they hopped in their car and drove over. My dad insisted on checking it out for himself and we went back to the parking lot and I did it all over again. By now it’s nearly 6 pm and I’ve been trying to get my car to start all day. And all for naught. I called in to work to tell them I wouldn’t make it in today.
So, this morning I got up at 7, called the local garage to make sure I could have the tow truck bring my car there today, called a tow truck, and hauled off to meet the driver.
Except, I forgot the keys to my car. So, this poor driver wasted his time coming to help me.
I had to go back home, get the key and set up another tow.
By 10, the second tow truck met me and made short work of getting my car on his truck.
I’ve been stuck here at the house all day in wait mode. I’ve been sitting by the phone, trying not to start anything I can’t stop mid-stream, so I can go get my car when/if it’s ready.
Good news, though, I made a couple of baby steps. Instead of saying ‘Oh, well’ and ordering pizza, I made food here at home. When the garage called to say my car was ready, I laced up my sneakers and I walked to pick it up.
It was only a mile, but I could have requested a ride from their courtesy car. I could have asked my hubby to dash home quick to pick me up. I could have called an Uber. But I walked.
I didn’t stop at Walmart for pizza, or candy, or a treat. I came straight home.
I’m feeling pretty good. I dealt with a two-day long distraction and still managed a few baby steps in the right direction.
I’ll take it.
I’ve totally lost my perspective recently, spooking myself out of success and resting on my laurels. I let myself talk myself into “deserving” splurges. I grab something “easy” on the way home from work for dinner. And Starbucks is directly on my way to work so that’s been a daily stop…
Originally, I was trying to get refocused in June. Take the baby steps to get back on track. Of course, I fell into the “okay, this is the last time” trap every time I was tired and wanted pizza. I did manage to only eat the lunches that I packed for myself at work…. No popping out for fast food and a soda.
That’s one baby step I managed.
When it came to my birthday day I had to work. So, the night before I was going to do dinner with the hubby to celebrate. Then, his aunt reached out wanting to see our new house and Friday—the planned dinner date night—was the only time we could see them. So, Friday was spent getting the house ready for guests and then entertaining. Saturday, I had to work and Sunday…. Sunday was a frustration.
I got up at 8 on Sunday, my day off, to take Scout-the-dog to the vet. Dropped him off and went to the grocery store, got home and mowed the lawn. As I was finishing the lawn, the vet called that Scout was ready to come home. I drove back to the vet, picked up Scout and got in the car to head home.
The rest of the day was supposed to be my relaxing day. I was going to start Stargate Universe Season Two for the GateWorld articles. I was going to meal prep. I was going to take a nap.
But the car wouldn’t start.
I called my husband, who was getting ready for work, to come to give us a jump.
But the battery wouldn’t take a charge. We spent twenty minutes trying to get it to jump. A random stranger stopped with better quality cables and tried to help. Nothing worked.
I dropped hubby off at work, drove home and tried to figure this out. It’s a Sunday so everything is closed. I can’t find my AAA card, so I call my parents to see if it came to it, if one of them would be able to wait for a tow truck with me.
Being parents, instead of saying “Sure, we can come by” they hopped in their car and drove over. My dad insisted on checking it out for himself and we went back to the parking lot and I did it all over again. By now it’s nearly 6 pm and I’ve been trying to get my car to start all day. And all for naught. I called in to work to tell them I wouldn’t make it in today.
So, this morning I got up at 7, called the local garage to make sure I could have the tow truck bring my car there today, called a tow truck, and hauled off to meet the driver.
Except, I forgot the keys to my car. So, this poor driver wasted his time coming to help me.
I had to go back home, get the key and set up another tow.
By 10, the second tow truck met me and made short work of getting my car on his truck.
I’ve been stuck here at the house all day in wait mode. I’ve been sitting by the phone, trying not to start anything I can’t stop mid-stream, so I can go get my car when/if it’s ready.
Good news, though, I made a couple of baby steps. Instead of saying ‘Oh, well’ and ordering pizza, I made food here at home. When the garage called to say my car was ready, I laced up my sneakers and I walked to pick it up.
It was only a mile, but I could have requested a ride from their courtesy car. I could have asked my hubby to dash home quick to pick me up. I could have called an Uber. But I walked.
I didn’t stop at Walmart for pizza, or candy, or a treat. I came straight home.
I’m feeling pretty good. I dealt with a two-day long distraction and still managed a few baby steps in the right direction.
I’ll take it.
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