I begin each day picking a word for guidance out of the cobalt blue glass container. Just a little something to set my intention for the day before the mental chatter of the “TO DO list” dictates my time and ultimately my mood. Today, the message is flexibility. “Good choice,“ I think to myself already knowing that the weeds are growing as well as the tomatoes and basil…that my border collie is waiting for her morning Frisbee…the phone doesn’t stop ringing, e-mails are mounting, the grass needs to be cut, and I’m trying to get in a daily walk. Oh yeah, did I say I have responsibilities of a job to pay the bills too? I’m guessing you can relate to this and your list is probably even longer.
Someone suggested placing no more than 5 items a day on my To Do list. That’s never seemed possible yet yesterday’s unfinished tasks glare at me rather than offer a cheery “Good Morning.” Intellectually, I know this sets me up for feeling unaccomplished and sometimes overwhelmed. (Being an HSP, it’s easy to feel overwhelmed.)
My MO is tackling a project and staying with it til the end (while feeling guilty that other tasks wait for attention) but as Dr. Phil says, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Sometimes yes. Sometimes no. Probably no, more often than not. Living with a workaholic does not support my efforts for balance and flexibility yet underscores the importance of it. (I learned that the hard way years ago but that’s another story for another time.) For now, I need to take small bits at a time. Weed one section of the garden, mow one acre, respond to e-mail only at designated times of the day. Reprioritize as necessary. Go with the flow. Be flexible.
Even the word flexible seems to have a nice bend to it and immediately conjures up an image from a quote I read long ago:
“…A tree that cannot bend will crack in the wind…” – Lao Tzu
To not be flexible is a death of sorts. If I first make time for stillness (meditation), the day will gently unfold, rather than feeling like I’m tackling each task like a football pro. Again, I am reminded of Lao Tzu’s wisdom:
He wrote this in the 6th century B.C.! Just think about that. It was long before technology, computers, planes, cars, etc., but the population was fraught with worry and running around frantically even in those times. Perhaps these are simply life lessons for being human.
Lao Tzu’s sentiment has appeared before me a few times this week. No surprise. Thank you, Universe. Yes, everything will happen as it’s meant to be, on its own schedule. Gardening has taught me that. Sometimes I need a reminder. I’m human. Now, I’m going to take a deep breath and do some Qigong in the garden with my border collie then let the day unfold as it will…