Since my ability to straddle the extreme in most anything is not in question, I’ll refrain from the long list of struggles I’ve had in this area.
You’re welcome. 🙂
I do have to tell you a funny story though and in it, I’m sure you’ll see this contradiction at play.
Monday’s used to stress me out. A LOT!
I’m not a morning person, and sleep has always been an issue, so I often spend my weekend catching up on sleep, which bites me in the butt on Monday’s when I have to return to the “early bird” world. And that is just the beginning of why I hated Mondays!
In the last couple of years, I’ve implemented a solid system of planning to prevent Monday’s from being so stressful.
- I changed my start time at work to an hour later on Monday’s and offered to do a task that can only be done at night, in return. Problem solved!
- I make sure I have clothes ready before I go to bed Sunday night.
- I have a back up outfit, just in case.
- I have two alarms.
- I refuse any and all requests of a personal nature…no eating out with friends, no dinner plans, no running of errands, nothing.
- I tell coworkers that Monday’s are my busiest days, so I can’t plan meetings on them or cover other people who are out. Pick any other day.
So now, for the most part, my Monday’s are relatively good and even when it does get a little hectic, it’s still manageable.
My planner side is typically very effective….until my procrastinating side completely undermines it.
I noticed a button on my pants has been dangling by a thread…for oh, maybe two months now. I meant to fix them…I was going to get to that soon…next time I washed them….for sure then….
So today (Monday!), I enter a stall in the bathroom at work and as I unbutton my pants, off pops the button! I have to say, if I didn’t have a planner side, it probably wouldn’t have struck me as being so funny, but I found it hilarious! So I pick up the button and sit down and spend the next 25 minutes in the stall trying to weave that one remaining thread in and out the button holes and then knot it so that it stays on. I’m so grateful there is more than one stall and most of the time I was alone, because I couldn’t help but giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation. Me, planner extraordinaire, lost 25 minutes on my busiest day…to a button…and not just any button…one that I knew was close was about to fall off.
Today I’m grateful that I’m less stressed and can find humor in these things, as five years ago, that would have been the straw (button) that broke the camels back (pants)!