Stick to Your Rou—Oh, Forget It

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Our new puppy is teaching us a lot about a lot.

A lot about patience.

A lot about increasing our pain thresholds.

A lot about coping with much noise and energy on very little sleep.

Above all of this, he’s teaching me one big lesson. One big important lesson that, I admit, I’ve been afraid I’d have to learn for a very long time:

takes deep breath

I can’t control everything.

Okay. There. I said it.

I still haven’t fully processed it yet, so my stresses are still high over missing word deadlines and not having much down time, but at least now I’m able to put the words together.

This is huge.

It’s also really scary.

I’m the sort of person who’s well suited for self-employment/working from home, because I’m really good at putting together a schedule and sticking to it. My self-discipline in tops, which means if I have a set list of tasks, I will get them done in the amount of time I’ve set for myself.

But now…

Well, my schedule is all over the place right now. We’re working on a one hour awake-two hour nap cycle with the pup to avoid letting him get overtired (and transform into full needle monster), so that means instead of putting my head down and getting stuff done except for my consistently scheduled breaks (tea break at 9, yoga/lunch at 11), I’ve got to keep an ear out for when the pup wakes up so I can take him out and train/play with him, or go and wake him up to do the same before he goes back down.

That’s a lot of time lost from work on days when hubs isn’t home.

It means deadlines are harder to stick to.

There’s also the whole exhausted thing from all the early morning/middle of the night wake-ups (which are thankfully becoming fewer in number), so trying to focus on very little sleep = more naps.

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On top of all of that, my cat got super sick last week and is finally (I hope) recovering, which means keeping my other eye on her to make sure she’s eating/sleeping/using her litter as needed.

takes deep breath

So yeah.

Just as Wheatley is gradually learning to Leave It when asked, to bite toy not feet, and to let us know when he needs to go outside, I’m learning that I need to breath.

To set my schedule aside for little bits at a time.

To do the best I can do with the time I have and focus on quality over quantity.

It means it might take me longer to get where I want to be, but it’s not a sacrifice. It’s worth it to RELAX and try to find some enjoyment in the change.

I’ll get there.

It’ll take a while, but I’ll get there.

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