I saw a friend today who asked me if I was feeling better. I replied that I was fine, in fact had not been sick at all.
He said I sounded “frazzled” when he talked to me on the phone earlier this week.
Frazzled, yes. It seemed every time I drew a breath I remembered one more thing that had to be done.
Had to be done, – emphasis mine. Because only in my own mind did these chores need to be completed. Any of them could have waited a day or two and the world would not have ended.
Why do we do this to ourselves? Even as I write this, I remember a couple more things that I really have to do this week.
None of them have to do with family or friends, but are obligations I took on of my own free will. And truly, I enjoy doing them — newsletters, web maintenance, writing up minutes, organizing files — fun, most of the time. Or I wouldn’t volunteer to do them.
But when doing these things keeps me from interacting with real live people, then it’s time to draw a line. Today I was at a fest in the park, sitting at our writers’ club table and chatting with friends. Not doing any computer work because — hey, I was in a park. Not at my desk.
I enjoyed myself immensely.
Yes, there are still things needing doing, but the only one forcing me to do them is me. And I can excuse myself from the self-imposed duties just as easily as I can take them on.
Nest weekend I will be spending time with family. and I am not taking any work with me. If I don’t get it done this week, I can always do it next week. or the next…
I think I am going to tell my boss to ease off and give me some slack.
I hope she will listen.