2017- The Year I Cut Off Non-Stop
Access To Me
Hey all.. Happy Monday!
I did something this weekend that I am not proud of.
I’m not proud of me and frankly I feel like shit for it.
I spent my entire weekend…. working.
Saturday and Sunday, from the time I got out of bed until the time I crawled back in it, I sat at my laptop and pounded away.
I have a couple of pretty major things going on in my life and some of them require people to contact me with questions. And they did.
All. Weekend. Long.
I am not blaming them for asking; I am blaming me for answering,
That stops today.
Because here’s what happened. The times that I thought I was doing great, answering their questions and emails, plotting and planning, writing instead of spending time enjoying my weekend, I was actually LESS productive.
How is that even possible? The more hours you devote to something the more you should get done, right?
What I have noticed when this happens is the more hours I put in, the less I get done and frankly, it’s just not that good.
Oh and I am stressed ALL.THE.TIME!
I can’t tell you the last time I read a book.
Until recently, I developed some unhealthy habits as a means of coping.
Here’s what I have discovered: it’s time to build some walls, both personally and professionally.
What does that look like?
Downtime. Time when I am unreachable. By everyone. Time when the laptop is closed and the cell phone is off.
You know the people who reached out to me over the weekend?
Looking back on it now, it would not have killed them, or me frankly, to wait to get back to them. Like my mother used to tell me and I repeated to my own children, “Lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on mine.”
At the end of the day, you teach people how to treat you. If you teach them that you work non-stop and are accessible anytime they call, well guess what happens?
The call anytime.
After 48 hours of weekend working, I finally closed my laptop to do something that makes me happy; mindless creating with my daughter.
When I was done, I felt more centered.. more grounded.
And even after she finished and went to bed, I continued, quietly painting by myself.
Spending time with me. Take care of me. Soothing… ME.
Don’t get it twisted.
I WILL take care of me, even if that means others have to wait for an answer.
And by others I mean EV-ERY-ONE.
I don’t care how much work I have to do or how many people need me to answer a question RIGHT NOW, I will never have another weekend like I did this weekend.
This is fact and it is a promise. The way I work for others now becomes the way I work for myself and I will guard my time and space, giving as much as I need for me to be the best I can be.
If that doesn’t work for others, well that’s fine too.
Happy Monday. Go out and make it great.