The Quest for Flexibility
What’s coming up for me this morning, as I sit down to write after the holiday weekend, is that flexibility is not my strength. I would love to tell you that I’m great at being flexible – but alas, that would be a big fat fib, so I won’t. I will tell you, however, that I’m working at it. And it seems that life is conspiring to help me out on that front, by providing me with lots of opportunities to stretch toward my more flexible-self.
Case in point – snow days. With today’s work-to-do-list a mile long, it seems that mother nature missed my “I’m-very-busy” memo and decided to regale us with a blizzard, closing the schools and leaving parents to adjust on the fly. For planners and controllers like me, this can be rather anxiety-inducing. I get tense. An anxious and tense Kimberly, is not Kimberly at her best.
Luckily, I recognized that this was an issue before leaving to fetch my nine-year-old from his school that’s closing early.
There are things in life that we can control, and things in life that we can’t control. We can’t control snow storms, or hurricanes. We can’t control what other people think and feel (try as we might). And we apparently can’t control congress, the economy, or aging. But we can control how we show up in the face of it all. Or at least clean it up when we bring our less-than-best-self to the playing field.
I’ve had to do that a lot in my life. Clean it up. I suspect you have too, assuming you’re human. You know…the snarky comments, the patience that has worn thin, the reactions that we bring when we’re not our best-most-flexible-self.
So I’ve only a few minutes to pull it together, so I can be the mom I want to be when I pick up my child. Because there won’t be a chance to replay the situation. I have to do it right the first time, or have to make amends. Or not. And then live with the repercussions of that.
And it’s in those repercussions where most of us find regret. In the relationships that go sideways. In our work that loses satisfaction or the results that suffer. In the self esteem of our children. In our experience with ourselves.
So today, I’m on a quest for flexibility. To enter into the upcoming disruption from my normal workday in a more centered and mindful way. So when I see my son, I’m the mom I want to be for him.
Today isn’t a dress rehearsal. It’s showtime.
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