Thoughts: Realising I can't do everything
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I don't know about you, but I am feeling totally FRAZZLED at the moment. I feel like my body has had its "about to run out of fuel" red light warning on for about 5 weeks now and I can't remember the last time I didn't feel at least a little bit tired and groggy.
My nails are all splitting and my mind feels constantly fuzzy and I want to eat all the carbs all the time. (Okay, well that's not actually anything new, I have spent the majority of my life thinking about where my next carb feed is coming from...). I don't think I have EVER been more ready for a proper break and some serious chill time (7 more work days and counting until the sweet, sweet Christmas break).
I've been berating myself for not running at 100% recently. I keep wondering why I'm so exhausted all the time from just doing the same stuff as everyone else does. I keep assuming that I must just be inherently lazy and that I need to pull myself together and keep plugging on.
But after talking about it with friends, it seems that we all like to beat ourselves up and put this pressure on ourselves and make ourselves feel crap if we can't do everything. It's like assuming the worst about ourselves is some sort of weird old hobby and we all want to be the best at it. Cute, huh?
I felt like this post from Michelle really hit the nail on the head (as her posts so often do!) - we really can't do everything, and that's absolutely totally okay. We are part of a generation who have always been told that we can do anything we want, and we can. We just can't do everything.
So lets cut ourselves some slack shall we? How about we all start being content with surviving the working week and keeping our homes vaguely tidy and making sure we're eating some decent food every now and then? Lets appreciate that all of that other stuff we do on top (like socialising three nights a week and running a blog and making things and trying fancy new recipes and fitting in regular exercise and trying to perfect the ultimate smokey eye and playing hostess with the mostess - god I feel exhausted just typing that!) are all well and good when we can fit them in, but not doing all of them all of the time isn't gonna kill anyone.
It doesn't make us any less of an awesome human if we have to say no to things every once in a while. If anything, it likely helps us to do the things that are most important to us even better.
I guess what I'm trying to say is don't feel guilty if you need to turn something down because you really just want to go home and have a bath and put your PJs on and binge watch Netflix. Taking some time to look after yourself is a very important part of keeping yourself sane. And last time I checked, sanity is far preferrable to the grumpy, anxious, weepy mess I become when I forget to stop for a rest and end up collapsing in a blubbering heap.
Take this as permission to treat yourself to a bath bomb and some new fluffy Primark PJs and to curl up on the sofa all night without an ounce of guilt. And if someone could remind me to do the same every now and again, that would be GREAT.