Saturday, November 13, 2010

Doing the work

Today was one of those days.  First of all,  my son needed to be at school very early, dressed in a suit and I have to admit I now realize he is a man, not a boy anymore.  First issue for me to deal with.

Then, off to ZUMBA and the teacher that I am comfortable with was walking out of the building as I was going in.  Not good.  She had hurt herself and had a replacement instructor.  OK.  Except that she was much harder.  Second issue that I had to deal with.

Next, home for lunch and a call to discuss a book writing project.  The person wasn't immediately available so that was put on hold momentarily.  That left my mom time to call me to say she had lost something that was pretty important and was going to go down and get her trash out of the dumpster.  She is currently barely able to walk due to needing a knee replacement.  I was not going to let her dig through the dumpster.  But, I had registered to participate in a speed networking meeting at 1:30.  It was now 12:15.  Possible?  Had to make it happen.  So, I quickly get dressed and cleaned up, race to my mom's house, get her trash out, item not there.  Go to her apartment and look under furniture, in drawers, etc.  Not there, either.  Tell her I have to go.  And race to my meeting.  Next issue to deal with is my mom is beginning to have more needs and I am questioning my ability to meet them.

So, here I sit, writing about my issues.  I am perceiving things in old ways--both my son and my mom.  My son doesn't need me as much and that makes me sad and my mom needs me more and that makes me sad.  Huh?  Next is my perception of myself.  I didn't think I could do the class, but I did.  I don't necessarily like a physical challenge, but I need it.  I wanted to pack up and go home early, but I did it.

How are perceptions clouding your experiences?  I need to take slower looks and make sure I am seeing what is happening and not running as soon as it gets difficult.  That is my goal for the next days ahead.

Great day.  Aren't they all?

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