Smile, Breathe, Go Slowly

Needed this great reminder by my favorite monk. Thich is also referred to as Thay so if you see that name.... That's who I'm talking about. 🙃
Life is stacked with work right now and I needed a reminder to smile, breathe and go slowly...it will all get done and I needed to enjoy the process -not feel overwhelmed.
Yesterday after a full day working at jobby I had just sat down to dinner when I got my payroll telephone call. (I do a payroll gig for a client on the side) Usually I groan, answer the phone and tiredly muddle through the call but I was SO EXHAUSTED and just needed a small nap. Like a fussy baby. So I decided to let the call go through to voicemail, took a 30 minutes snooze and then called them back and dealt with it. This may seem like no big deal but to me it's a reminder that I'm coming at life from a better place with a better perspective. My body wanted a nap and I attended to the body. I didn't put someone else's demands first and I felt no resentment doing the work after I had replenished my "well".
Now I'm up early in the wee hours of the morning (2am!) to work on my design projects I got feedback on. Welcome to freelance life... You work for many people at all hours and every day it feels like. Some days you clock into work for about 3 people. And yes I still have to go to work and put in another full day. 😭

Strangely I'm calm through all the bustle and having good days.

I'm happy to be working during the pandemic and so many others are not as fortunate. I'm lucky I have always been a versatile scavenger and know how to make do, learn it, perfect it and have much needed skills beyond the office.

This was yesterdays workout badge. I'm looking forward to the walk I missed yesterday but my body feels happier today because we skipped a day. Oh and it looks like there is actually 1/2 inch off my belly after all! Woohoo! The first three weeks prime your body for the fat burning to come so I'm ready to drop some pounds starting next week... First I need to drop this sugar from my coffee. I know it's keeping me in it's evil grasp and holding onto the weight. Sigh-it was fun while it lasted!

Have a great Thursday and smile, breathe and go slowly... It will all happen, enjoy the process.

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