My inbox barrages me with contradictory messages.
I’ve gotten a slew of emails trying to inspire me to up my game for the New Year. They want to help me with making resolutions, finding my words of the year, buying a new planner, setting an editorial calendar, changing my relationship with food, finding my inner courage, and so on.
Many of these seem appealing. Who wouldn’t want to be leaner, braver, more organized, more wonderful each passing year?
I’ve also gotten emails with subject lines like “Holiday Survival Tips”, “Why It’s Never Enough”, “Live What Matters”, and “May You Find The Truth You Seek”.
Yeah, I want to do all that too.
But, honestly, the push-me-pull-you of these messages feels more like clamor than like offers of help. And these are all emails from people whose work I admire, whose ideas I use, whose writing in find inspiring. There are so many messages, such a bombardment of perspectives, such a din of good advice that I don’t even want to come close to the keyboard, much less sit down and write something of my own. Or figure out how to get the captions right under these photos.This is me, just minutes before the first of our 18 guests arrived for our formal, sit-down dinner party last Saturday night.
And then I’ve gotten the most direct message of all: My energy has been pulled into the real time, physical space occupied by my children, my DH, my visiting MIL, my next door neighbor, my poker book club, my PTA fundraising commitments. You name it, they’ve all been asking for me. And I have been responding.
I think, as Martha Stewart aka my holiday inspiration angel would say, this is “A Good Thing®”.
It means, though, that I haven’t been here to keep an eye on comments from that lonely Au Pair, that frustrated Host Mom, that LC whose cluster lost another great Au Pair due to miscommunications… And, I never shared the link to The Funny Nanny’s Holiday Gift Guide (much less posted the one I made from all my favorite Etsy shops).
I’m not the only one who’s let some things go, even let some important things go, to be able to focus on The Most Important Things®. Amirite? Please tell me I’m right.
How do you take it easy on yourself, when you let some important things go?Me on Shadow, the adorable pony I didn’t get for Christmas. But that’s okay, I’m a grown up. I can handle that kind of disappointment. Yep.