I like to think of myself as a fairly easy-going person. I have always taken pride in my ability to “go with the flow” and adjust to change. When Kevin told me he’d be changing work schedules every three months, I was a tad apprehensive, but I knew we’d adjust just fine. I have to admit though, it’s thrown me off. A lot. He’s currently working midnight to 8:30 a.m., which means he’s sleeping while I’m at work and waking up when I get home. It doesn’t sound that bad, I know, but it’s really affected me. Couple that with so many life changes going on around us – weddings, babies, birthdays, graduations – and I’ve been overwhelmed with life.
When that happens, I tend to retreat within myself. For me, that means losing myself in books. That means I stop blogging, I stop crafting or painting, I stop everything and read. It’s what keeps me sane. I used to feel a lot of guilt for that. I used to get angry with myself because I’m not able to keep a constant creative flow going. But then, recently, it dawned on me that my various creative outlets are supposed to make me feel joy and happiness, not guilt and frustration. Whenever I’m feeling this way, I need to do what I need to do to keep my anxiety at bay. It’s OK to give yourself a break.
So that’s where I’ve been – on a mental retreat, waiting for this little storm to pass. I’m thankful that I’m beginning to feel more in control of my life again and know that sunny days are ahead
