I was thinking about how miserably I have been achieving my goals lately. I started thinking of where I was twenty years ago. Hmm? 1993. I got divorced from my first husband, my dad died from Alzheimer’s and my sister was diagnosed with cancer, all while raising two kids (ages three and seven at the time) and working fulltime at a clinic thirty miles away from where I lived.
A long time ago I filled out a survey about stress in your life, you know, the big things that come up in life – good or bad – which take off the years you are expected to live. That year of 1993, it took a few years off of my life.
Here I sit twenty years later with what I feel is just as much stress. Or maybe I am older and all these things going on in my life take more of a toll than they used to.
Besides my feeble attempts to keep writing, to promote my book, to train for running in a 5K and to help my daughter start up a nonprofit organization, there is the stress of having an aging parent. Whenever my mom asks about my writing, she admonishes me, saying that I better not be writing about her. So I won’t expound on that any more than saying, it is more stress than I ever thought it could be.
So as you have guessed I haven’t worked on many goals this week. I’ve posted to my other blog three times, finished my presentation on my trip to Kenya, been reading some of my books (but haven’t finished any of them), gotten up to two miles towards the 3.1 I need to run on July 4 (but I won’t tell you how much of that I actually ran and how much I walked). I have been dedicating most of my time to the nonprofit organization my daughter wants to start to help the people she is working with in Kenya. It is a lot of work, all made harder by doing it long distance while Val is still in Africa.
I’ll get there though. I’ll make it. I will survive. And thrive.