Right now, I’m sitting in the lobby of TLC Laser Eye Center.
Hubs is having lasik surgery. At this very moment, I can hear him busting out his charm on the techs…probably to make sure they don’t leave him blind. The first thing they did was plaster a sticker on his shirt with his name and procedure reference number. (I sure as sh*t hope they got it right.) He’ll be stoned the rest of the day, so now might be a good time to open his wallet and hit a few online stores for some new running gear.
I had lasik surgery four years ago. (So hubs was totally responsible for me for about a day and a half.) If I remember right, he sat in a bar nursing a beer until I called him to fetch me. He then drove me home, loaded me up with Spaghetti O’s and Valium, and put me to bed. I can’t WAIT to return the favor.
This whole business of stepping away from my desk to schlep downtown, drive him around and pick up his drugs, etc. got me thinking about the lack of balance in my life. The trouble is, I love two things. The first is work. The second is all things marathon. And when I’m not doing one of those two things, my world gets a little tilted. (Don’t hate me for this, it’s the truth. And this doesn’t mean I don’t love Hubs. Or my Mom. Or my nephews. That’s a given.)
Unfortunately, my love of work and training doesn’t bode well for me being a Rock Star in other areas of my life.
I don’t know about you…but it seems like I’m always searching for this super-secret, elusive, supposed to bring you a zillion-watts-of-happiness “line” between killing it at home and kicking the world’s a**. I sincerely believe my never ending pursuit of this aforementioned “line” has caused me an immeasurable amount of stress. I swear, it’s either been hidden from me completely, or it doesn’t exist. Either way, the outcome is still the same.
Here’s a quick peek at what I wrestle with:
- Doing what I want and doing what others want.
- Living out loud and pushing peeps off the freakin’ deep end.
- Growing my business and loving my life.
- Hating to cook and being a kick a** hostess.
- Fueling my body and stuffing my face.
- Shaving 26 minutes off my marathon time and everything else.
As I sit here…it just hit me how over I am feeling crappy about never finding that pesky “gotta-have-it-to-be-happy” line. So today…I’m officially shouting, “F* THAT.”
Starting right now, I am forgiving myself for never finding the line — and I’m celebrating the full-on, balls out, no-holds-barred warrior in me who totally digs all things work and running.
I’m also going to start infusing all of the “I-hate-this-crap” items on my to-do list with a tad-bit more of BK enthusiasm. I will start by zooming down the aisles of the grocery store this afternoon at Mach 12 singing ACDC’s HELLS FREAKIN’ BELLS. I will lovingly heat the Spaghetti O’s for Hubs instead of setting the open metal can on his night stand. And I will spend at least an hour in the kitchen preparing a super star meal for my guests tomorrow night, even if every last item has to come from the damn deli. (No one will know, right?)
To hell with the line. I’m in charge.
P.S. If you’re running a race this weekend, I’d love, love, love for you to share YOUR happy, smiling face with us — www.Facebook.com/BrooksFirstMarathon. I can’t wait to celebrate you! Woot!
P.P.S. I got a note yesterday from a woman in Wisconsin who just joined the 100 Days of Sole Challenge. She said, “I can’t wait for you to kick my a**!” I laughed and thought, “Oh no sister, you just committed to kicking your own a**. I just get to CHEER for you.” (You know who you are…and I love you for this!) Click here to join us!
P.P.S.S. Last week when I was home, my Mom and I popped over to see the neighbors. I’m telling you, it’s anybody’s guess what will happen when I walk into a room. Within 15 minutes I’m on the floor learning new stretches. Thanks Vicki — love you sister.