Kimba is NOT Wonder Woman. Not even close. I don’t have access to a magical invisible airplane that can transport me into the city in a quick minute (but wouldn’t that be crazy cool being that commuting worships at the temple of suck?!). I can’t whip out that golden lasso of truth to cut through the BS. My truth is that weekends pass when I don’t get any of my s**t done. Assignments and laundry pile up, deadlines loom, in-boxes become cluttered. If I’ve learned anything in my journey to the the middle-aged cheap seats (MACS) it’s that I can dream of being Wonder Woman, the gal who has her proverbial stuff together, but sometimes even WW needs a time-out and a nap.Sometimes, even Wonder Woman needs a time-out and a nap. Click To Tweet
So, that’s what the past six weeks or so have been all about: a giant Kimba time-out. Life was getting a bit too jumbled and I was also facing a big decision about F/T work (yep, love you guys and gals but the bills gotta get paid too). I want to offer a loving shout out here to everyone who checked in to find out if all was OK in Kimbaland and if the middle-aged cheap seats (MACS) was shutting down. Thank you for all the words of encouragement and for even noticing my little hiatus. I’m happy to report that MACS made the cut and will continue.
After six weeks of assessment and a little soul-searching, I’ve made some midlife adjustments.
What My Midlife Time-Out Assessment Revealed
I need and even want to work full-time. I’m getting back into the swing of the demands of 40+ hours a week and so far so good. The silver-lining here is that commuting provides a goldmine of writing inspiration (queue up the woman I observed this week doing her hair and make-up on the metro, I certainly admired here steady hand with the mascara!).
I need to make more time for family and friends. Trips to California and Florida this past month to visit friends and family confirmed that time with loved ones trumps everything else.Time with loved ones trumps everything else. Click To Tweet
I can’t be all-in, all-Virgo, all the time. This is a lifelong struggle. But multi-tasking on steroids is a young woman’s game. I used to believe that if I didn’t do it all, and do it well, I was admitting defeat. But, up in the MACS, we can look around and see when things are getting over-scheduled, and all-consuming, and adjust accordingly.
This was a baby step, but I had a proud moment yesterday when I forced myself to go shopping without a list – AKA Virgo blasphemy. Yes, I forgot to buy toothpaste, and I spent a little more cash than usual, but it was kind of liberating to think: Hmm… what looks good for dinner tonight?
What I Commit to Doing Differently
I gotta get my health back on track. Thank you menopause fairy for throwing my body into a tailspin… said no one ever. As of today I commit to taking back control of my health. This means changing the way I eat (any gluten-free tips out there, I am all ears!), the way I exercise – wearing the Fitbit right now as I write, with the alarm set to get me out of this chair at least once an hour, and the way I sleep (no more late night Jimmy Fallon, will have to catch you on the DVR my virtual friend). And, I’ll need to find a weekend yoga class – hold me accountable folks!Thank you menopause fairy for throwing my body into a tailspin... said no one ever. Click To Tweet
I gotta start saying “no” more often. No does mean no. And even for the times that I say yes, I can and will make my “yes” conditional. There’s no shame in limiting your commitments. That volunteer board work might now mean more meetings by Skype vs in-person.
I’ll continue to carve out time to write. No way am I’m giving up MACS or Dock Tale Hour. However, I may scale back a bit with the novel development and with other freelance writing work, as time permits. Well, unless the NYT calls, or WashPost, or O Magazine… I’d like to keep to posting MACS on Fridays, but if it falls to the weekend – like today – then so be it.
Here’s to the new and improved midlife Kimba, gainfully employed and newly balanced.
Have you ever put yourself in time-out? If so, any life changes as a result? Please share in the comments. Oh, and I was serious about thoughts and suggestions regarding gluten-free eating.