I am on day two of a self-imposed “time-out.” Yesterday wasn’t very relaxing, I had: four door knocks, several phone calls, two deliveries and a last-minute dinner invitation. Now I needed the deliveries, the phone calls were related to a medication I’m trying to get pre-authorization for and I had a wonderful time at dinner. So, what’s my problem?!
I keep wondering if there can be such a thing as a total time-out from life’s busyness. Can we holler, “St-o-o-o-p!!” and have it stop? Just long enough for us to get our bearings? Long enough to get even the tiniest relief of the exhaustion that plagues us? Long enough to clear a spot in the brain fog that is so persistent? Are these things too much to hope for?
Some things have to be taken care of. I, for example, need my medications delivered and I must deal with the insurance company. Sometimes we can make our own choices. I could have turned down the dinner invitation, but I wanted to go and spend time with my two closest friends. Then there is the aggravating third classification of disruptions-the people who just don’t get how badly you need the rest. If they can’t seem to understand that you are genuinely ill they won’t respect your need to have some type of time-out from this incredibly fast-paced life we live.
Twice yesterday and once this morning I set limits with people who wanted me to drop everything and take care of something they wanted me to do for them. I was polite but firm. It felt good to stand up for me and for my badly needed time-out. I will probably have to set limits with others during the next two weeks which I will gladly do if it gives me the quiet I need.