Since the beginning of our relationship, Nathan has been spewing this quote lovingly in my direction. Whether it’s because my list of things I need to do is ever growing instead of shortening, or because I decide I want to do all the things and do them all in a week, he is always there reminding me that I can’t do it all, and that’s okay.
Yesterday when I got home from work, I was tired. You know that kind of tired where your face hurts and your eyes feel like there is a force trying to push them out of your head? Under normal circumstances, I would would have come home and accomplished the following list:
- Run 4-5 miles
- Clean house
- Cook dinner
- Play with pups
- Read AP World book
- Update standards
- Real Estate Course (this thing is the bane of my existence right now)
- Anything else that popped into my brain that needed to get done but wouldn’t make the list.
Instead, when I really listened to my body, I knew deep down that I needed a break. So, I turned on the Roomba (no sense in not at least vacuuming), and read The Bone Clocks. I read for an hour before I did anything else. Then, Nathan and I listened to a scary podcast while we cooked dinner together. We watched a couple of episodes of Friends. Sometime around eight, I fell asleep on the couch with the sounds of referee whistles and sports announcers in my mind. I needed the rest.
I still don’t feel fully recovered (and I slept straight through the night for the first time this week), but the recovery process is slow for me. This year, as I move into establishing a routine, I want to find a balance that makes me feel comfortable. I want to do the things I need to do and want to do with grace. I want to learn to say no when something just doesn’t fit. I can do that. All I have to do is remember, I can do ANYTHING, but I can’t do EVERYTHING.
Plus, tomorrow is Farmer’s Market, and that’s my favorite day!