Working Nine to Five

Excuse my 12 or so month hiatus. I've been back at work and since energy and time are both finite, there's been only so much I can fit into my days. More so, I haven't had anything I've wanted to tell you until now.

Like my psychiatrist appointments, I need some time between "sessions" to experience life and let things ferment, to give myself space for observation and to come up with new conclusions and ideas.

Getting back to work has been great for my confidence. It's given me the chance to connect with lots of new people and reconnect with some old friends. I've really enjoyed being able to delve into and focus on projects and feel the sense of achievement from completing tasks; emotions (control, focus and sense of achievement/completion) not often experienced during parenting.

After two clients and three major projects, which spanned 10 months, I was ready for a break. We decided to go to Europe again to visit family and friends and had a lovely (and tiring because YOLO) six weeks away. I really need to rethink the types of trips we do...but that's another story.

Prior to the trip I had sunk so deep into work that I neglected (regular/scheduled) exercise, I had neglected our family and home, and most importantly, I had neglected myself. Amongst all my responsibilities and roles, it's been hard finding a balance, and this seems to be the constant challenge.

Upon our return to Australia, I was barely recovered from jet lag and I had a meeting for another project. I wasn't ready to start again, I really needed some weeks to myself at home to relax, get back to a new sense of normal and work out (consciously) what my next steps would be. Being a consultant and by nature of the work not knowing when the next pay day will be, I told myself I have to take the work, whatever work, when it presents itself. And so I did.

I wasn't in a good place emotionally or physically at the time but I just thought of the money I'd make to replenish our depleted savings after the six week European jaunt. Again I fell into the consumerist cycle most of us fall into. Work - make money - buy shit you don't need - repeat. Which I can deal with under normal circumstances when I actually like the work and the people that I'm working with, and the buying of the shit is holidays to see loved ones (three of the core reasons I get up with pep in the morning and go to work for). But this time around, there was no pep, there was no zest. Instead there was growing dissatisfaction, constant complaining and increased frustration. I was the furthest I had been from myself for a long time and for this I was really angry.

As the weeks progressed, I began to show my frustration at work and I let people know about it. As my scope at work increased, so did my frustration and contempt. I pushed back and managed to make myself redundant from the project about a month earlier than anticipated. I experienced a set of mixed emotions about this scenario: less cash in my pocket than I had budgeted for and sad about no longer being needed, but on the other hand, I now had a new sense of freedom and excitement for life. A renewed sense of hope.

I made room in my life for what I needed, which is the space and time to re-evaluate what's working and what's not; to structure my life accordingly and find my balance. I realise not everyone is that lucky to have the opportunity to do the same. So for this I'm really grateful.

Thanks for tuning in again.

Wake, Eat, Live, Sleep, Repeat.

I'm tired. As I'm writing this I'm sitting on a stool slumping over the bench and my iPad. I've been wanting to write for a while but haven't had the energy nor the time. My hubby went back to work a month ago and honestly...I'm still adjusting to doing everything on my own, including looking after our one year old daughter. He's a great help when he gets home from work, but I feel like stuff (chores, cleaning, organising) are never ending. I've been overwhelmed at times. I'm getting irritated. I go to bed and fall asleep immediately from exhaustion.

I understand that all parents are tired, but I sense that my tiredness is on another heart-related level. I think I've been neglecting the fact that my capacity is not the same as someone else's (with no health issues).

What's been compounding that is that after a recent reassessment, I've realised my personal values were in the wrong order. I have been putting family and friends first. Noble, sure, maybe? But the reality is that if I don't look after myself then I won't have much to offer my family or friends or anyone else for that matter. So I put health first. This has changed my life and given me purpose, consistency and routine. Not bad things during a (emotionally and physically) tumultuous time.

Wake up, brekkie, gym/or walk, grocery shopping, lunch, cook, eat, sleep. Add a dose of housework and lots of playing with Zoe in between all that stuff. Repeat.

Some days are a struggle to do any of that apart from eat and sleep. I try and listen to my body (it's hard, my mind is quite overpowering and pushes me to over commit and overextend myself) but some things, like keeping my daughter alive and happy, must be done. 

I've had to slow way down. I feel like I'm at 50% capacity i.e. doing half the amount of stuff I did before and have had to make changes to my life accordingly. I've tried to be creative in my approach because I'm coming to terms with the fact that I can't be everything to everyone. That concept is so unrealistic and unattainable, causes constant unnecessary angst and stress...but that's another topic.

Here are some things that I've been doing.

Minimised social commitments. Particularly during the week. My motto is now low key and quality over quantity. Major life events make people realise things: if any of my "friends" didn't come see me post cardiac arrest either in the hospital or later at home, then I won't be going out of my way to see them...or probably ever talk to them again either. So that also minimises the amount of people "in rotation" in our social calendar.

Prioritising. I can't do everything. I can barely do half the stuff I did. Realistically some things slip, so I find it easier to let things slide once I've prioritised what's important and what's less important. And then not feeling guilty about the things that do slip!

Organised a house cleaner. They can be pricey here in Australia, so I've booked one in for once a fortnight only. I'll be paying her out of my personal budget. It means a few less lunches out but the way I've been living lately, that's not an issue as I'm primarily home bound by choice.

Online shopping. They deliver the groceries to my house and place them on my kitchen bench. Convenient and considering I'm still not allowed to drive, necessary. Any bits and bobs that I need (fresh fruit, veggies and meat) I pick up after the gym each day from my local grocer/butcher.

More online shopping. Yep, don't even want to go to a shopping center to shop for fashion or cosmetics or presents. I order that shit online and it gets delivered to my door.

Ask for help. I delegate tasks to Chris, particularly lifting heavy stuff like piles of washing. I also now take up my friends' offers to help wash the dishes when they come over for a meal. And my new cleaner? I've asked her for (paid) help because I can't keep up with the housework.

Image borrowed from www.nsf.gov.

Automate and mechanise. I'm truly embracing industrialisation by using machines like there's no tomorrow. Some days the dishwasher does two loads; I put most things in there now! Hanging washing? I don't think so. I'm pulling that stuff from the washing machine and putting it straight into the dryer. I'm cutting out steps where I can. Sure our electricity bill is slightly higher but it's worth my sanity and energy.

Batch food preparation. If I'm making something that can be frozen, I will make extra to freeze some portions. That way if I don't feel like cooking one day, I can defrost and have something quick and easy on hand.

Saying "NO". Hard for me to do when I've spent my life trying to make others and myself happy. But no choice. Used in the correct way, "NO" can be very powerful and liberating. It helps set limitations, boundaries and expectations.

Sleep. My average generally is eight hours a night. Some nights I've slept nine or 10 hours and still don't feel like it's enough. If I don't get enough sleep I can't function and find that my energy levels are greatly affected. Most nights it's hard to drop stuff and force myself to go to sleep, but this is where the prioritising comes in handy.

I'm getting there - to whatever my new normal is meant to be. I feel like I'm getting organised but my energy levels are still not where I want them to be. I'm still focusing on my rehabilitation and finding a new groove in my life. It will take time and I'm understanding now, that's OK.