There has always been one constant in my life. Wanting more. Pushing forward. Trying to see what’s beyond my current reality. My adult life has been a series of goals in which I quickly absorb my entire existence for the length in which that goal holds my attention.
Last weekend I woke up without a single objective that needed to be done that day. Without knowing what I needed to accomplish, I felt unsure of where to start. I tried first with the basics. Let out my dog to pee the the backyard, relieve myself, take my daily vitamins, start the day with some water. But after that, there was barely enough to continue the morning. I knew I needed to eat breakfast and that I wanted to keep it as healthy as possible, but without a plan for the day I just couldn’t seem to get myself started. I laid back down in bed, eyes wide open and tried to think. And time passed by until my roommates awoke and immediately asked if I was ok. They are used to my drive and me being in bed at 9am on a Saturday translates to them as, “She must be very sick.” When they saw that I was completely healthy they became even more worried and tried to help me come up with a plan. But there was no laundry to wash, no food to prep, no groceries to buy, I had done it all during the week not realizing that the need to keep busy has started days before the weekend had arrived.
Emotionally, I don’t do well when I’m not being productive. I can relax for about the length of a movie, but right after I need somewhere to be or do. Otherwise I feel off. But it’s not just the day to day stuff. It’s the big picture. I started noticing this a few years ago when I was starting to get my health on track. I was getting up early during the week, protein shake while I dressed, a half hour walk, a shower, then work. While I work I had home made snacks, protein shakes, or a salad. When I got home no matter what the weather was like, I went for a long walk that would take me about an hour to complete. By the time I got back home I had to make dinner which would leave me between a half hour to an hour of TV while I ate my meal before it was time to head to bed.
During this time I felt great for multiple reasons. Firstly, I was finally getting all the crap out of my body. It was summer time and it was the first summer that I never got hot. In fact I spent most of it freezing which was due to the fact that I had cut all sugar out of my diet. I was also eating so clean, that the only carbs I was consuming came from natural fruits and vegetables.
Second, I was moving. The years leading up to the diet were painful. I had slept in a chair for 5 years because of a muscle in my back that would pull whenever I attempted to lay down on any surface. Walking and eating right had not only shed the pounds, but my core muscles were getting stronger and ever so slowly, I was able to sleep in a bed again. I even noticed how I sat and stood changed. I was more comfortable sitting or standing in positions that I couldn’t even perform when it all started.
But, I think I really enjoyed the structure. The plan I had laid out in front of me allowed no time for pondering the future. There was only the schedule and moving forward. I allowed myself a victory each day which was the moment I would get to the very top of that ridiculously steep hill that I made myself walk twice everyday which would allow me to overlook the city as the sun would start to fade behind the mountains or come up over the opposite mountains. It was such a beautiful site that I was careful never to take for granted. I would let myself stand there for a minute while I caught my breath and take in the colors of either the city coming to life or beginning to wind down for the evening (depending on which walk of the day I was on).
Over the past few years I’ve done the same thing just with a different goal each time. I did with with school, buying a house, work, even when I was sick last year and was on FMLA for two months. That part was the worst because I didn’t know what was going on with me and neither did the Dr.’s. I didn’t know how long it was going to last, I was filled with dread that something really wrong was going on in my body, and I feared I would have to end up in the emergency room before a specialist took me seriously. But I found myself going back to that plan to keep myself from going crazy. Each day I woke up with a plan for my day. I made myself go for walks, make myself breakfast and sit peacefully while drinking a cup of coffee, grow a garden, work on my lawn until it was so green and fluffy, I wanted to lay on it and nap. I paid way to much attention to the weeds, and measured my time with Dr appointments. I kept thinking, “all I have to do is get to the next appointment. They they will have some answers. They will figure out what’s going on with my body and have some easy way to fix to it, making all this drama seem silly. ” That’s not quite how it all ended, but I got a nice tan, my yard looked great, I felt myself getting stronger again, and most importantly, I didn’t go crazy, so, success.
But now, I’m lost again. I have a couple of big goals Im working on, but nothing that needs the amount of attention that I seem to be craving. I’m working on becoming a manager at work, but most of the stuff I need to work on is being nicer when communicating with new people. (Aka don’t be so blunt), and raising enough funds to re-model my kitchen. In fact it’s the whole kitchen thing that got me to thinking. A thought last weekend that floated through my head was this. “So you get a new kitchen in a few months, it’s all new and shiny and the value of your house increases. What then? You can cook, but you haven’t had the attention span to cook in the last few years. So…what’s the end goal. Pretty kitchen? A few extra bucks if you ever decide to sell?” And I felt empty because I had no answer to the “what then”.
Do you ever feel this way? Always wanting more and wondering will it ever be enough?