Limits can feel like a curse.
Right now, that this is ‘Monday’ and no longer ‘time off’, many of us switch tasks.
Weekends don’t seem to be a place where any rest can be found.
Keeping things go go going along can take people right to the edge of their capacity.
I’ve notices that with some of the people, some of the time, that they can shut down, turn off and rest.
(I have this ability and will use it once my children don’t need me as much anymore which seems to be arriving alarmingly quickly)
I’ve noticed that with some of the people some of the time,
(and please put me on this list)
when they reach the point of extreme fatigue, exhaustion and bone tired wearieness that they decend into an absurd wackyness.
Singing instead of speaking, dancing with broomsticks, clean and dirty dishes and constant puns and wordplay can be energizing.
Know that this comes with its own set of problems.
It can be difficult to connect with someone who is going ‘extra’.
But with that in mind, it’s imossible to connect with someone who is passed out.
When you have nothing left in the tank, try turning thing up to eleven. Push a bit.
Because eleven is bigger than ten.
Right?
And once there, you might have enough to power you over the hump.
Some times, give up.
Other times push.
How to know the difference?
Well… How do you know the difference?
What do you normally tend to do?
What would it be like doing the opposite?
Who might be most shocked?
I'm with you in wackiness. my whole family is.
however, it's yet another holiday here, today and tomorrow. Oh but the kids have tomorrow of, not the adults, nice work Germany.
In other news the kids asked me what a 'bucket list' is. Dunno how you'd all define it but I defined it as any number of things you'd like to get done, prioritized, within a finite time frame. Seems to me that every holiday, every trip, every job, every everything has a number of achievements to collect before it's no longer possible to do so.
(before I finish grade 4 I wanna punch that so-n-so in the throat)
Yes well these should be positive constructive things usually... usually...
Knowing when to stop is not a skill I have developed yet. I have had several medical issues...all of my medical issues...can be traced back to being an idiot and cranking the dial. Numbers on my human dial have always been a guideline not a deadline.
Failing to watch the dial, as rubber smelling smoke started to radiate from my human engine, last February led to an injury. The last piece of that repair job was completed in March. I was hopeless and thought I broke me. It's like I got a new dial. I just renewed an old hobby that will test this dial and work the part that was injured. This is a good thing. The injury was life altering. I found the 10 on that dial and painted it red. I am renewed with commitment to find the red line on all my dials, paint them red and establish the green zones and live there.
I married a go go go guy who can turn it off on a dime. Frankly, I am in awe. Always have been. I figure if I spend enough time with him, some of this skill will rub off.
If not, that's fine. The rubbing is fun.