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Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONEOur daughter Sasha came home from school the other day stressed. Really
stressed, about a math test she had coming up later that week. I could tell
just from listening to her that she felt overwhelmed, at that point where she
had so much to do that she didn’t know where to start.
I asked her what day the test was; Sasha confirmed it was on Thursday (this
day happened to be Tuesday). Then I began sermonizing.
I advised Sasha that instead of looking at the math test as one big item, to
view it as a series of bite-sized chunks. Study a bit tonight, then tomorrow.
Suddenly Thursday’s test, I told her, would start looking much more manageable.
“I promise,” I added for effect at the end.
I realized, of course, almost right as I started sermonizing, that I was
talking to myself as much as I was Sasha. Because lately I find myself wanting
to just slow down. And even when I do practice what I preach and view
what’s on my proverbial plate in bite-sized chunks, I keep going, at least by
my standards, pretty fast.
Before I go any further, I recognize that what I’m feeling comes because of privilege.
I am grateful to have what’s on my plate – a series of family and work
commitments, and they are entirely of my doing. Yet it doesn’t make the
occasional feelings of being overwhelmed seem any less real.
I also believe the season plays a huge role in what I’m feeling. Fall is my
favorite time of year and perhaps it comes from growing up in rural Connecticut
but, outside of drinking pumpkin-flavored beverages, which I’m not big on, I
embrace every other cliched notion associated with the season. Listening to the
leaves under my feet as my wife and I walk our dog Astro. The warm air with
just a hint of chill. The way the sunlight looks at dusk. I love it all.
Most of all, fall is when I’m most aware of needing to slow down because I
want to savior it. It almost becomes this self-fulfilling prophecy because I
always sense time of year as a mad dash. First back to school, then Halloween,
then Thanksgiving and bam! You’re in for the seemingly endless winter, which never can
seem to go fast enough.
So, I just need to take things in bite-sized chunks. A walk here. A soccer
game there. Meetings. Commitments. They’re going to happen one way or another.
I might as well own them as fully as I can.
Funny; it seems so easy when I think of it like that. My hunch is that it
is.
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