I have always prided myself on being able to handle lots of stress. I juggle a LOT of things. A lot. Here's what I juggle from day-to-day:
CAREER: I have a full time-career at a place I really like working...most days. I mean, if we're all honest, we'd like to win the lottery and live life on our own terms at the beach, right. But if you HAVE to have a job, I lucked out.
I've been here nearly 11 years, they are good to me, in fact they were AWESOME to me when I had babies and I basically worked from home for two years in a row. I have good benefits and a stupid amount of vacation time. I've been here so long I'm trusted to do pretty much whatever and have the chops to back it up. It's good here.
PASSION/SIDE HUSTLE: I have a second "job"....it's actually my passion gig. I am passionate about questioning the "established norms", researching health and wellness and proactively using only natural things on and in our bodes when appropriate to support our bodies. Essential Oils are the primary focus of this passion. And I REALLY love helping other people with this. When I see the light bulb go off in others that there are other means to an end, WHOA, that gets me all jazzed up! I host online classes and live classes on weekends and answer a bazillion messages everyday day from people just learning about essential oils and wellness. I love it. I love it, love it, love it.
BABIES: OK,most of you know my husband and I have two precious tornadoes known as Ellis (age 3) and Lucy Bell (age 2). These little darlings are only 13 months apart in age and whew, are they exhausting! I realize there are families out there with more kids, like double or triple the amount of kids, and that often there's a single parent doing it all. Props to single mamas or daddies doing it all alone because OH.MY.GAWD this crap is hard. However, I also realize there are those dealing with infertility that would give anything to have my little tornadoes and I don't take one single second with these beauties for granted. We have also been blessed with the most amazing nanny. She is the bomb-diggity and loves our girls like her own. We for sure could not mange our busy lives without her.
LIFE: and then there's everything else in life like laundry, bills, housework,sweeping endless amounts of dog hair, groceries, cooking, attempting to maintain relationships with family and friends, hoping to get a date nights every now and then, maintaining our own health and wellness.....and the list goes on and on and one and on.....
People often ask how I have time to do everything but you know what? Busy people get shit done. You just do it. If you're busy, be busier. Just do it. Get 'er done. If you want something, go after it.
I think I've done a pretty good job so far at "having it all". I mean, I'm impatient as all get out and have little tolerance for people that don't plan ahead. Lack of planning on your part is not grounds for an emergency on my part. I'm busy yo, get your shit together. I struggle to understated other people when they say "I'm busy" and I'm like "with what?...so you have a job and some kids. OK, well so does the rest of the world. Pull your big girl panties up and get shit done sister. Let's go.
But I never actually say anything like that to people because I'm also a bleeding heart compassionate. And it's rude. My mama raised be better. I just internalize my annoyance and say "they aren't me....maybe their capacity for life just isn't what mine is". How condescending is that? What a bitchy way to think. But I do. Also I just go home and bore Jade with all the reasons why people annoy me. Or lash out at him, which sucks.
And here's an ugly truth: I used to roll my eyes at people that said they have anxiety. What? Why? Suck it up and get to work. Ain't nobody got time to worry about stuff. Just do it. Stress and anxiety is for sissies.
Until Saturday morning at 2:30am when I woke with what we now know was a full blown panic/anxiety attack. You see, for weeks I've been having these little episodes where I felt like my heart was racing. Like I couldn't catch my breath. I would take lots of the deep breaths, drink some cold water, inhale and apply some essential oils and calm myself down. Lately I've been burning the candle at both ends and knew I just needed to chill out......work as been a bit more stressful lately, Lucy Bell is forgetting how to sleep through the night, my little passion/side gig isn't growing as fast as I'd like, my house is always a mess, I had to make a decision to miss my dad's mom's 90th birthday which makes me feel very selfish and very sad, and, and ,and....ya know? Just lots of life stuff. These these little breathing episodes were happening intermittently for several weeks but became more and more frequent in the last few days. Friday I was at Texas State interviewing students for internship positions and it kept happening over and over. I was like "what the hell is happening, I AM NOT STRESSED about interviewing these kids. I have interviewed literally 1000's of kids over the last 11 years at this job. I could interview them in my sleep. I know within about 10 seconds if they are right for the job. This is not stressful and yet I could not catch my breath. Ugh.
Fast forward to the next day, my mom was in town and we went and got massages. I was hopeful that this would relax me and put an end to these little episodes. Then Jade and I went out on a date night. We went to dinner, had a few drinks and were home by 9:30 (I know, real party animals). Jade made us come home early because I started having one of my episodes - and because I was kicking his ass at giant jenga :) I'm aware that my competitive nature may have led to the episode. He's been bugging me to go to the doctor about this for a while, but I'm stubborn and who has time for that? And I already knew what was wrong- I was stressed. And going to the doctor for stress is stupid. I can handle it. I'm fine. I've got my big girl panties on and I will get through this. The stress will be over soon.
Anyways, I went to bed around 10:30 and then woke at 2:30 am gasping for air. I woke from a deep sleep into a full on "episode" where I couldn't catch my breath. And then I was crying because I couldn't catch my breath, which wasn't helping me to be able to catch my breath. Jade wanted to take me to the ER and I didn't really want to go...ER's are for people in REAL need. Like broken bones, car accidents and babies with scary high fevers. I'm fine, it will pass. But Jade put his foot down, woke my mom to tell her we were leaving took me to the ER. An EKG and a shot of some kind of anxiety drug led to a diagnosis of an anxiety attack. I felt so stupid. Handle your stress, girl! Geez. The doc gave me prescription and instructions to follow up with my doc. So now, the girl that rolls her eyes at anxiety is having temporary full blown anxiety issues. The is all new to me, so of course I'll be researching natural ways to address this, but in the meantime I will pop these pills because they work and because I'm too busy to be running around taking deep breaths in and out everywhere I go. Plus that's just weird....oh excuse me, don't mind me, I'll just be over here huffing and puffing...
So with that, I apologize to all of you anxiety sufferers that I previously rolled my eyes at. This shit is no joke.
I still believe that busy people get shit done and I'm not really willing to give up any of that stuff I listed above, I'll just learn to cope with my occasional anxiety with essential oils. And maybe I'll start exercising.... and when it gets to a point that needs medical attention, I'll pop the pills too :) Also, I need a housewife!
BABIES: OK,most of you know my husband and I have two precious tornadoes known as Ellis (age 3) and Lucy Bell (age 2). These little darlings are only 13 months apart in age and whew, are they exhausting! I realize there are families out there with more kids, like double or triple the amount of kids, and that often there's a single parent doing it all. Props to single mamas or daddies doing it all alone because OH.MY.GAWD this crap is hard. However, I also realize there are those dealing with infertility that would give anything to have my little tornadoes and I don't take one single second with these beauties for granted. We have also been blessed with the most amazing nanny. She is the bomb-diggity and loves our girls like her own. We for sure could not mange our busy lives without her.
People often ask how I have time to do everything but you know what? Busy people get shit done. You just do it. If you're busy, be busier. Just do it. Get 'er done. If you want something, go after it.
I think I've done a pretty good job so far at "having it all". I mean, I'm impatient as all get out and have little tolerance for people that don't plan ahead. Lack of planning on your part is not grounds for an emergency on my part. I'm busy yo, get your shit together. I struggle to understated other people when they say "I'm busy" and I'm like "with what?...so you have a job and some kids. OK, well so does the rest of the world. Pull your big girl panties up and get shit done sister. Let's go.
But I never actually say anything like that to people because I'm also a bleeding heart compassionate. And it's rude. My mama raised be better. I just internalize my annoyance and say "they aren't me....maybe their capacity for life just isn't what mine is". How condescending is that? What a bitchy way to think. But I do. Also I just go home and bore Jade with all the reasons why people annoy me. Or lash out at him, which sucks.
And here's an ugly truth: I used to roll my eyes at people that said they have anxiety. What? Why? Suck it up and get to work. Ain't nobody got time to worry about stuff. Just do it. Stress and anxiety is for sissies.
Until Saturday morning at 2:30am when I woke with what we now know was a full blown panic/anxiety attack. You see, for weeks I've been having these little episodes where I felt like my heart was racing. Like I couldn't catch my breath. I would take lots of the deep breaths, drink some cold water, inhale and apply some essential oils and calm myself down. Lately I've been burning the candle at both ends and knew I just needed to chill out......work as been a bit more stressful lately, Lucy Bell is forgetting how to sleep through the night, my little passion/side gig isn't growing as fast as I'd like, my house is always a mess, I had to make a decision to miss my dad's mom's 90th birthday which makes me feel very selfish and very sad, and, and ,and....ya know? Just lots of life stuff. These these little breathing episodes were happening intermittently for several weeks but became more and more frequent in the last few days. Friday I was at Texas State interviewing students for internship positions and it kept happening over and over. I was like "what the hell is happening, I AM NOT STRESSED about interviewing these kids. I have interviewed literally 1000's of kids over the last 11 years at this job. I could interview them in my sleep. I know within about 10 seconds if they are right for the job. This is not stressful and yet I could not catch my breath. Ugh.
Fast forward to the next day, my mom was in town and we went and got massages. I was hopeful that this would relax me and put an end to these little episodes. Then Jade and I went out on a date night. We went to dinner, had a few drinks and were home by 9:30 (I know, real party animals). Jade made us come home early because I started having one of my episodes - and because I was kicking his ass at giant jenga :) I'm aware that my competitive nature may have led to the episode. He's been bugging me to go to the doctor about this for a while, but I'm stubborn and who has time for that? And I already knew what was wrong- I was stressed. And going to the doctor for stress is stupid. I can handle it. I'm fine. I've got my big girl panties on and I will get through this. The stress will be over soon.
Anyways, I went to bed around 10:30 and then woke at 2:30 am gasping for air. I woke from a deep sleep into a full on "episode" where I couldn't catch my breath. And then I was crying because I couldn't catch my breath, which wasn't helping me to be able to catch my breath. Jade wanted to take me to the ER and I didn't really want to go...ER's are for people in REAL need. Like broken bones, car accidents and babies with scary high fevers. I'm fine, it will pass. But Jade put his foot down, woke my mom to tell her we were leaving took me to the ER. An EKG and a shot of some kind of anxiety drug led to a diagnosis of an anxiety attack. I felt so stupid. Handle your stress, girl! Geez. The doc gave me prescription and instructions to follow up with my doc. So now, the girl that rolls her eyes at anxiety is having temporary full blown anxiety issues. The is all new to me, so of course I'll be researching natural ways to address this, but in the meantime I will pop these pills because they work and because I'm too busy to be running around taking deep breaths in and out everywhere I go. Plus that's just weird....oh excuse me, don't mind me, I'll just be over here huffing and puffing...
So with that, I apologize to all of you anxiety sufferers that I previously rolled my eyes at. This shit is no joke.
I still believe that busy people get shit done and I'm not really willing to give up any of that stuff I listed above, I'll just learn to cope with my occasional anxiety with essential oils. And maybe I'll start exercising.... and when it gets to a point that needs medical attention, I'll pop the pills too :) Also, I need a housewife!
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