It’s been so long since my last post, subscribers and regular readers may have wondered if I fell off the face of the Earth. Fret no more! I’m alive, but I have hosted a major holiday party and traversed a healthy arc around our little blue planet.
Between the trip–which I’ll write about soon–and the annual marathon that is serving Thanksgiving dinner to 19 people, I have been running right at the edge of my available pool of energy.
I have been writing, but I haven’t finished anythin…*
If you can believe it, I have over 50 draft posts in various stages of completion. What I haven’t had is any stamina left at the end of these busy days to polish up a given post for presentation to my readers.
I think I’ve mentioned it before: I’m not a real-time writer. Or, at least, I’m not even attempting to keep up with the pace of life since this blog is a hobby for me. I’m writing about Really Wonderful Things because I enjoy it. I’m trying to keep it that way.
I feel bad when I fail to post regularly. I cherish the sharing aspect of my own blog and those I follow. Slacking off on my posting schedule of a mere two pieces per week leaves me feeling guilty, and even a little anxious.
What if I lose a lot of followers? What if I lose a favorite frequent commenter?
And this is where I have to remind myself of the reality of my situation. I’ve written about accepting my limitations in the context of travel, and I think I give myself plenty of permission to do so when away from home.
What’s much harder is to take my expectations down a notch at home. Real life is a marathon, not a sprint, but there are so few obvious places to let things slide when it comes to parenthood and caring for your family.
The thoughts sound like this:
“If I don’t make this one birthday count, it is gone forever. My child won’t have good memories of turning X years old.”
“Extended family and a dozen friends are coming for Thanksgiving. If I don’t make it a good one, I’ve ruined a holiday for 20 people.”
There’s a kernel of truth here, but most of it is anxiety talking. I don’t invite over the kind of “friend” who would blame me for a Thanksgiving catastrophe. If I had family members who actively tried to lay down that kind of guilt trip, I would consciously reject it as nonsense.
Beneath my conscious mind, however, is the deeply ingrained message I’ve been internalizing since infancy that 1) opening my messy house to people as is tells them I don’t care that they’ve come, and 2) any failings in our family’s hospitality belong to me, the wife and mother.
I’ve put a lot of effort into inviting people over “in spite of” the usual state of our home. Life can be so hectic, and it is hard to find a time that works to see good friends; an unwashed load of towels or a project-in-progress in front of the TV can’t be allowed to block a chance to socialize with companionable souls. Those moments are too precious.
And all of that was before an autoimmune condition reduced my available store of energy from less-than-average to downright-low. At this point in my life, there are days where I choose between cleaning up the kitchen at the end of the day or eating dinner; some days, I fail to do either because I’m too tired to accomplish even one “trivial” task.
So when it comes to hosting Thanksgiving, for example, I had to choose between planning the menu and buying ingredients for the dinner (the main point of the event), or preparing a more comfortable guest room for out of town visitors. And did I mention that I was leaving town for an international trip 48 hours after Thanksgiving dinner?
Tidying the great room where we hold the party was such a distant last on my list of priorities, it was hard to even see it at the horizon.
Without a doubt, I get some flak about these failings from people who truly don’t understand how I can be taking a break on the couch when people are coming over within hours and my house “looks like this.” I know that I need that break or I won’t be able to stand on my bad foot to prepare a meal; not everyone can or will understand that point.
Honestly, I hope they never come to a point of realizing how hard simple things can be for someone with chronic illness. It really stinks. I wouldn’t wish is on my worst enemy.
Add to my list of “the hard work” of hosting a large party the effort to reject others’ unrealistic expectations for me. It may be the hardest thing I deal with at some events!
We welcome others into our homes to share time, experiences, and the very real products of our hearts. We cook for each other and care for each other because we can, and because we want to.
When I take whatever energy I have and translate that into action in real terms, it is a gift to those I love. I choose to believe it will be received that way, whether I make a fancy shape of it or hand it over in a messy bundle.
This holiday season, I hope we can all focus on why we invite others to share with us. Spend a little less effort on worrying about how you measure up! If you find yourself leaning toward the latter, back up a step and take a breath.
It’s a privilege to be free to celebrate as we see fit.
It’s an honor to host friends and loved ones in our homes, and to have more than we need to share.
Try not to go down the rabbit hole of should have and could be; be grateful to enjoy what is, here and now, and those who’ve graced you with their presence.
And, if someone makes you feel less than great for what you have to offer, leave them to their negativity and add it to your list of blessings. At least you are glad for what you have, and who you are!
I will try to do a little better about piping up twice a week and staying in touch with my followers. I sincerely wish for a season of peace, abundance, and joy to everyone reading, and everyone else besides.
*Quoting a cute, hand-drawn postcard I had pinned outside my college dorm room. I wonder where that card has gone…
3 thoughts on “Pacing yourself: good advice for chronic illness, and everyone else, too!”
>> If someone makes you feel less than great for what you have to offer
Then it’s their problem, don’t let them make it yours! All the very, very best to you and your loved ones over the holidays and beyond.
Oh, and when something’s pleasant and interesting to follow, some of us are glad to follow whenever you post.
50 drafts??!! Damn, I’m happy if I have two.
This year is shaping up to be an unusual one for holiday celebrations around here, but I’m hoping for good novelty, not disastrous. I’m grateful to have a life full day of complications, relatives or otherwise.
It has been so long since I last caught up with your blog that I feel bad about it. I’m similar to you in terms of drafts. However, instead of them being drafts, I just don’t really like posting a short entry of what happened on the 28th without posting up the long (but still uncompleted) entry for the 26th first, so every thing just gets delayed. If that makes any sense. Thus I tend to update my blog entries in one sitting – backdating all those that need to be backdated. However, this pace allows me to continue writing my blog. I hope that you too will be able to blog at your own pace and not feel pressured to post regularly. Wishing you a happy year ahead 🙂