So…I went a little nutso over the weekend.
First, my work e-mails were out of control because I had been on a business trip for 3 days. I then had 2 vacation days that weren’t very restful because, apparently, my projects fall apart when I’m not chained to my laptop.
Next, Chris and I bought a lovely, inexpensive desk from Ikea, struggled to fit it into the car, put it together, and then realized it wasn’t at all right for my home office: too big, no way to position it so I could see the window, weird grainy texture that wasn’t on the floor model.
We took it apart and drove to a few stores looking for a new desk, which then had to be put together. And not having a desk made it more difficult to handle my job stuff.
Finally, I worked myself into a frenzy over being behind in my blog work like writing posts, replying to e-mails, commenting on other blogs, tweeting random stuff, becoming the most loved blogger in the universe….
It was a slow build, but by Sunday night, I was in full-blown crazy chick mode.
There was ranting.
There were tears.
I may or may not have wailed, “I feel so unfulfilled!” before dramatically flopping onto the bed in a heap.
Chris wisely took Skyla to the dog park so I could take some time to find my way back to Sanity Land.
What was wrong with me?
My old friend stress had crept back into my life and picked apart my sense of control.
I’m usually a calm, happy person, but stress got the better of me. My perfect plans for taking a relaxing break from work, having a functional desk, and being a productive blogger didn’t mean a thing once stress got a hold of me.
I wish I could say I had some epiphany that instantly made the stress manageable, but I didn’t. I struggle with stress a lot, in every aspect of my life.
Sometimes taking a nap helps. Sometimes I just have to plow through whatever’s going on until it’s over. Sometimes being alone is the answer.
A combination of things helped me get back to normal, non-psycho Sage this time. Being alone in the house for an hour gave me time to think, drink some water, and sit in the silence and decompress.
When Chris got home, my rational, loveable husband talked me through it, and we found a way to reconfigure my schedule so I could get everything done.
Setting up a routine to separate “work time” from “personal time” helped too. It’s easy to get overwhelmed when working from home because there aren’t set boundaries between the various areas of your life.
Is stress getting the better of you? Check out these articles:
14 Really Obvious Rules for Not Stressing Out
What A Great Horned Owl Taught Me About Excess, Goals, and Perspective
When was the last time you got completely stressed out? How did you cope?