BUT I have been enjoying how THIS iteration of my worklife is different, just because of the self-care and house-care routines that have become part of my gray-haired life. I LIKE GOING SLOWER, for the first time in my life I think things have a good chance of STAYING in balance instead of the rushrush/crashcrash cycle of earlier times. Time to reflect and consider others' viewpoints (firstly God's) are built in to this rewiring jobbie!
In that vein, I'm noticing how extremely well my confusions sort themselves out when I stick to the basics. While I DO them, my mind keeps pointing me in the right direction.
By last night, for instance, my "gut" was so out of whack (literally) that I had to pay attention to the growing un-ease the next few days' schedule seemed to be causing. Upon waking, the inner voice finally said loudly but calmly, "S...T...A...Y... H...O...M...E... please!"
And the MOMENT I implenented that, the loveliest day began to unfold.
It feels like stolen time, but really it was mine all along, and some of it includes decluts now possible in the office (a lovely creative profusion in there is now becoming chaotically upsetting)-- to be able to put down the warm rug earmarked for it! All the fixings for lunch are up there, and Sadie wants to play office today, and......