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Have you ever had a week when everything you touched turned wrong? I lost my keys. I misplaced important papers, knew I'd had them in my very hands but couldn't remember when or where. I caught myself opening a cupboard drawer to retrieve the slice of pizza I'd just put in the microwave. I even missed an appointment for a massage-that was the last straw! I knew it-Alzheimer, Dementia, Senility at the very least, had set in when I wasn't looking.
I thought in all fairness I should hand in my resignation. I'd forgotten to sign a couple of checks at work which meant the bookkeeper would probably get called on the carpet. I was behind on deadlines and ideas for projects. My mind was mush!
In times of high stress it isn't uncommon to feel like we are losing it. Feeling out of balance is just a wake up call. Being uncomfortable makes us question and examine ourselves. Discomfort helps us move, make changes. When my children tell my grandchildren, "Ok- That's it- Go to the time out chair." I always say, "Can I go too?" We all need occasional time outs.
A giant step toward regaining balance is to talk to objective friends, ones that will affirm our relative sanity and remind us that we are capable and just need to regroup a bit. Just when I thought I was losing it…in rode my friends. We went to lunch; we ate together. We went to a concert; we enjoyed music together. We stayed up late catching up on each others lives. We vented, supported and held each other. At the end of the evening we held hands and decided after 50 years of rescue work, we still had the best friends in the world.
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