A dear friend recently told me that while training for a marathon, she used to mentally will chained dogs to break free and attack her so she'd have a legitimate excuse to stop running.
On more than one occasion this past month, I've thought that it would be refreshing -- downright nice, even -- to be admitted into the hospital so I'd have a legitimate excuse to lay in bed and have somebody bring me food that I didn't have to prepare myself.
As I talk with friends and coworkers and fellow parents at preschool pick-up or soccer practices, I've sensed that I'm not alone. I'm not the only person looking for some excuse to slow down the frenetic pace or searching for the permission to stop. Maybe you're in this spot, too.
In my last post I wrote about the necessity of creating life margin, that coveted white space where a person can breathe and think and be without continually being over-scheduled, in demand, or on call. Intuitively, we know this is important, but how do we get there?
If we're accustomed to living life at full throttle, day in and day out, how do we learn to downshift? If we're in the thick of a busy season and can't change that fact, how do we stay afloat? (Besides from willing chained dogs to break free and attack us so we can be admitted into the hospital and have an excuse to lay in bed and have somebody bring us food, that is.)
Clearly, I don't have this figured out, but I want to figure it out. I want to tackle these questions and explore ways that I can push back and reclaim some margin.
So, that's what I'll be doing this week on the blog, and I'd love for you -- especially if you've been struggling with a lack of life margin -- to hang out with me. Bit by bit, let's find some margin together, okay?