I am going to be brutally honest, March was not an easy month for me. Everyone around me was sailing on the breezes of warmer weather and stirring up new ideas and collaborations and meanwhile, I was digging trenches and digging them DEEP.
It sometimes needs to be done. To get to where we most want to go, we have to go through a muddy and often uncomfortable season first. I remember feeling frazzled when we first bought our home, there were boxes everywhere, my life was in complete upheaval and for a homebody like myself, and a creature of habit and routine —it was not a pretty picture. I also remember being “in the zone” while planning my wedding. The zone where everything was a bit blurry and covered with pink flowers, and I was definitely not myself. I became an evil dictator with a spreadsheet and a clipboard. I got through that craze too…
But this was different, March was the month we closed one business while I was simultaneously launching another. To give you some background, my husband and I owned Tucked in Organics; a lovely mattress store in Amherst, NH and due to unforeseen circumstances, we were forced to close. However, during that time, I also launched my Professional Assistant business. This is a day in the life during March:
Wake up at 4 or 5am because I can’t stop thinking about everything I need to do
Do as much of it as I can before my husband gets up and the dog starts whining to go out
Feed dog and make our morning smoothies
Work some more while chugging coffee and water
Row 5,000 meters on the rowing machine because I was part of a rowing challenge and couldn’t give up or quit!
Drive to the store, spend my day regaling the retail customers while juggling conference calls, projects, etc. both wanting people to buy things, and also wanting to get back to work so my to-do list could get tamed down a bit!
Explain to everyone (and their mothers) why we were closing, what I was doing next, and giving out deals like I was a bank being robbed. I was literally selling things off for far less than I paid for them and it all just felt so wrong…
This was all happening five days a week, and the other two were spent cleaning the house, (which never really got that tender loving care I like to give it when cleaning) working from home, and burning a lot of gasoline and vehicle mileage with all my running around!
Essentially, I was the human girl version of a chicken with it’s head cut off. The person who didn’t take the time to breathe or blink. All the while I had the knowledge that I was on the verge of something and about to dive in!
What did I glean from all of this? Unfortunately, I am not sure if it made me any better at handling stress, but I did learn:
I didn’t drop any balls - I would say for the most part, except for friends and self-care (both of which I sadly put on the backburner), I was able to keep on juggling! I am thanking this talent on lots of support from my family, community, and husband, and a fair amount of falling asleep on the couch by 8pm.
No one realllllyyyyy noticed - Many people were none the wiser, they told me I seemed calm, happy, and relaxed. Which was hilarious given the fact that I felt like I was being chased by a pack of wild boars 99% of my day.
Life meets us with waves and phases and sometimes you have to PUSH. Then there are other times to sit back, relax, coast…