For the past fifteen years, I have been on a mission to get my shit together. Having one’s shit together is a spectrum, a moving target, a never-ending journey, but it’s a greener pasture I am always chasing.
Right now, when so many things in life are in flux, I’m torn between seeking control over my life through any means, and just rolling through life in my sweatpants. It shouldn’t be a binary, but that’s sometimes how I look at it: either you have your shit together or you don’t.
I remember a few years ago, when I was just starting the job I have now, I had a training with a VP who talked about the importance of putting together an agenda for every call you schedule. She told me that, especially when working with clients who might be older or more experienced than I was, this is a good way to study up and make sure you’re prepared for whatever discussions might go down.
There’s no point to this post, except to say that I want to emerge from this shelter-in-place order with a better handle on the moving pieces in my life. I’m not sure how best to operationalize it (especially since I’m moving and my stuff will be scattered between my house and a storage space for at least six months, which has been causing me total anxiety that will not subside, and also I am not 100% certain on where my passport is) but I know I have to before I lose it entirely.
I have more to say on this subject, so this haphazardly written post will have to do for today. Byyeee!