YEP. I BACKED INTO MY OWN GARAGE.
I remember sitting there inside the garage, in my car, after I just reversed into the closed garage door. The "wow" moment that made me feel like I really had lost my mind. Meanwhile, my toddler is sitting in the backseat with a car seat cupholder full of yogurt melts & an ipad blaring the theme song to Bluey.
I opened my door slowly and squinted as I came around the back to see what the damage was. Cracked right down the middle but no punctures. Now, let's see if it'll open. The true test that might put me into ugly cry mode.
Voila! Opened like a champ. Now, fingers crossed my husband won't notice. Back in the driver seat and on with my laundry-list of tasks for the day.
I thought I was hiding my stress gracefully but in fact, I was avoiding it.
I was physically there but mentally, my mind was running 100 mph through the gigantic list of responsibilities I needed to tackle in the next 12 hours.
Hence, forgetting to OPEN the garage door first.The pressure I was putting on myself was unsustainable & overtime the careless mistakes began to multiply. The garage door was the wake up call I desperately needed. That one moment, is what made me realize I had officially hit my max stress levels and had no choice but to do something about it. I was no longer able to function properly with the amount of responsibilities I was tackling all at once.
I accepted that I needed to do something different and began to discover why I was doing it all in the first place, was it for me or for someone else? Was the list of things I was constantly stressing over things I absolutely HAD to do or could some wait for later? I started reflecting on times when I wasn't stressed vs the moment I hit the garage. The difference? I had completely stopped taking care of myself and stopped doing the things that I enjoyed, my hobbies, my passions. I was putting everyone else in my life first in every way possible, all while pretending to myself that I had everything under control.
The garage door finally called my bluff. From that point on, I SLOWLY started adding in habits and hobbies that made me feel good, things I enjoy, and the inner peace and calmness followed quickly after. My relationship with myself changed. My relationships with others became more meaningful. I physically felt better, more energized. My morning routine now sets me up for calm and focus throughout the day. I'm working out again and enjoying hobbies throughout the month that I used to think I didn't have time for.
I started having a new perspective, if I caught myself saying "I don't have time" that meant it wasn't a priority to me. I started calling my own BS & my life changed.
x LC
I opened my door slowly and squinted as I came around the back to see what the damage was. Cracked right down the middle but no punctures. Now, let's see if it'll open. The true test that might put me into ugly cry mode.
Voila! Opened like a champ. Now, fingers crossed my husband won't notice. Back in the driver seat and on with my laundry-list of tasks for the day.
I thought I was hiding my stress gracefully but in fact, I was avoiding it.
I was physically there but mentally, my mind was running 100 mph through the gigantic list of responsibilities I needed to tackle in the next 12 hours.
Hence, forgetting to OPEN the garage door first.The pressure I was putting on myself was unsustainable & overtime the careless mistakes began to multiply. The garage door was the wake up call I desperately needed. That one moment, is what made me realize I had officially hit my max stress levels and had no choice but to do something about it. I was no longer able to function properly with the amount of responsibilities I was tackling all at once.
I accepted that I needed to do something different and began to discover why I was doing it all in the first place, was it for me or for someone else? Was the list of things I was constantly stressing over things I absolutely HAD to do or could some wait for later? I started reflecting on times when I wasn't stressed vs the moment I hit the garage. The difference? I had completely stopped taking care of myself and stopped doing the things that I enjoyed, my hobbies, my passions. I was putting everyone else in my life first in every way possible, all while pretending to myself that I had everything under control.
The garage door finally called my bluff. From that point on, I SLOWLY started adding in habits and hobbies that made me feel good, things I enjoy, and the inner peace and calmness followed quickly after. My relationship with myself changed. My relationships with others became more meaningful. I physically felt better, more energized. My morning routine now sets me up for calm and focus throughout the day. I'm working out again and enjoying hobbies throughout the month that I used to think I didn't have time for.
I started having a new perspective, if I caught myself saying "I don't have time" that meant it wasn't a priority to me. I started calling my own BS & my life changed.
x LC