An Ode to the Overwhelmed

I saw this posted recently on Facebook and copied it.  I knew I'd want to read it again someday.

Friday brought a tough end to a tough week.  I took some much needed time off over the weekend trying to push the challenges facing me out of my mind long enough to enjoy some of the blue sky and sunshine that spring in the midwest can bring.  I enjoyed cocktail club with the ladies on Friday night.  The highlight was a six week old baby boy sleeping peacefully on my chest.

Saturday I was up early to laugh and cry with Patti Vasquesz.  INSPIRE U at Harper was good.  Patti was fabulous.  Saturday night was margaritas and chips and guac with the wife of a highschool friend who was just diagnosed with liver cancer.  They did surgery on Wednesday of last week and he has a very good prognosis for full recovery. It's going to be a long and challenging road.

Sunday, I finally made a trip to that new church that I've been planning on visiting for months.  I really liked it.  The people were very warm and welcoming.  Lot of hugs were shared.  I like hugs and never get enough.  The weekend ended with a Hawks win and I felt ready to start a new week.

Then Monday happened and I got slapped in the face with a new and totally unexpected challenge. I've resolved it with help from my daughter.  Now, at the end of the day, I'm tired.  Overwhelmed?  Yes, there were certainly moments today when the rest and relaxation of the weekend disappeared and I felt overwhelmed.  Sometimes the challenges just keep coming and coming,  I'm sure I'm not the only one who often feels this way.  I read this and reminded myself that this too will pass and tomorrow brings another day.

This version is for women.  There should be a version for men.  I'm sure you all often feel overwhelmed too.

"And as you stand there
Late again
Because you forgot to allow time to park
And the elevator was slow
And you left 10 minutes late to begin with
With your shoes that pinch
And your pants that are a little too small
Since you started eating white bread again
And as you paw through your bag
Looking for the suite number
That you're not sure you wrote down to begin with
Let us now praise you.
You, the untidy.
You, the careless.
You, the easily distracted by sparkly things.
The money you spend on late fees alone
Could feed a family in Africa - Which reminds you that you meant to send in the kids' Unicef money and
And that despite your best efforts,
You rarely eat a square meal,
You almost never get enough sleep
And exercise seems like a word that magazines have developed
Just to make you feel bad about yourself.
But you are good and brave.
You, flying by the seat of your pants
Making it work
Putting out fires
Saying your prayers
And dancing your dance of now and later and maybe and
As innocent as each morning's sunrise,
You are a fount of good intentions.
Your good humor is as graceful as a baby giraffe,
Even if that joke you were trying to make to the hotel clerk fell flat
And your toast at the wedding came out sounding a little...funny.
But you have gifts that no one knows about.
You have the strength to bend in the wind
You have the joyful spirit that loves a good belly laugh,
You have the wisdom to understand that everything will all come out all right in the end and
You have the faith to light a candle rather than curse the darkness.
That is, if you could find the book of matches from that romantic restaurant that you went to for your anniversary but since you didn't have a reservation they made you wait at the bar for half an hour during which you had two appletinis and the rest of the night is a bit of a blur.
So much for the overpriced lingerie.
You are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
Frazzled and overworked and underpaid
You are the one who forgot your wallet
And forgot your receipt for the dry cleaners
And forgot your keys which you just set down five seconds ago, so where could they possibly have gone?
But you never forget to say, "I love you"
And you never forget to give a big smile to that nice parking guy
And you never fail to show endless patience when the
Too-tightly wrapped and overly-conscientious start to offer their
Oh-so-helpful suggestions about how you might feel better if you would just learn to alphabetize your spice rack.
You are beautiful.
So, wear the lingerie on Monday for no reason."

I wore navy blue lace lingerie today.  I am beautiful.  I am powerful and strong.  And tomorrow is another day.  I'll wear the red satin...