For the last few months, I’ve been so busy that I lost control of most things. I managed to keep up my running a bit, but I haven’t been on my bike since early September. I haven’t worked out weekends the way I normally would. I’ve worked them instead. I had my head so buried in work that I cancelled trips that mattered to me and fell behind on bills. I just flat out dropped the ball on paying stuff and had to – more than once – get caught up and pay penalties.
Yesterday, I met a big deadline and was suddenly, almost magically, able to look around again. I got caught up. I made my lists of things that needed doing – lists that had nothing to do with work – and started tackling them. First, I made sure all my bills were paid. As of yesterday, I am officially no longer delinquent on anything. Then I turned to the matter of my house.
I’ve lived in my house just over three years. When I moved in, there were some things that needed to be done. I needed to replace the kitchen floor because the tile was cracked in various places. I needed to replace the kitchen counters because they had buckled a bit and the prior owner had screwed parts back down. I wanted to add a bathroom in the master. When I first moved in, I was hesitant to spend the money because I had just switched jobs and felt some uncertainty. Then I put off the work, mostly because I wasn’t sure I’d stay here very long. I thought I wouldn’t. But now, it’s clear to me that I’m here for a good while, so the work has begun.
Already I’ve had new counters installed in the kitchen. (Thank you, Dad.) I ordered tile and am waiting for an appointment to get the floor work done. I have an appointment on Thursday with someone about the bathroom. And I’ve ordered windows to replace some of the old, cracked windows that need to be updated. I’m not sure of the time frame exactly, but I suspect that by the end of the year, it’ll feel like a new home. That will feel good to me.
The other big thing I did was look at my commitments – the things outside of work that take up my time. I stepped down from…everything. I am no longer on any board or committee. I’ve been stretched for a long time and, as much as I loved all that I was doing, it was too much. Little of it was getting done well. It was a bittersweet thing for me, but I needed to let go. I needed to reclaim my time so I can be more intentional about where I put my focus.
So I’m down to work, writing, training and people. Not necessarily in that order. Or maybe exactly in that order. I haven’t figure out that part yet. It’s only been a couple of days. I’m moving into what feels like a new life and making myself at home every way I know how.