I woke up yesterday and thought…blech.
Blech. Blech. Blech.
No way am I getting up.
Blah.
I have to get up…again? Drive in that awful traffic…again? Do that same job, eat that same food…AGAIN?!? THIS IS MY LIFE??? ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?
Hey guys...you're all here...again...great...
Then it hit me. Yes. I have to. Do these things. Everyday. Day in. Day out. Stuck. People are counting on you. Gotta put food on the table. No, I can’t pick you up by 4:30, I have to work. No, I can’t come to your school luncheon, I have to go to the office.
Day in. Day out. Blah. Blah. Blech. Blah.
Rut.
Rut?
Rut.
Ugh.
Even mid-life crisis sounds sexier than a rut.
It was funny to me to identify with this word because I’m not the type of person who comes home and watches TV all night. Not that that wouldn’t be FABULOUS every now and then….But, I have a wonderful family, kids that love me, lots of friends, active membership in a leadership organization, a mentor in a volunteer organization, have 200+ Facebook friends, 400+ Twitter followers, 100+ Instagram followers and a blog. I work out everyday. Eat healthy. Read a ton of books on leadership, growth and spirituality. Am well-respected in my job. Take good care of my hair and teeth…
I truly only go to the office somedays to get to wear these clothes...
I’m all that and a bag of greasy chips, right? So, what the hell?
I was starting the latest of my eating right/exercise routine/losing weight regiments and I was thinking…again…what the hell? How is it that I eliminated soda and most all processed foods, trained for and ran a 1/2 marathon, started hiking for hours on the weekends, AND MY BODY HAS NOT CHANGED AT ALL?
Now, how is that even possible?
Then it hit me…Anything is possible to not happen when you are in a rut. It’s a log jam of your life. Something is blocking the whole thing up. Until you dislodge that one thing, everything is going to be stuck. Your health. Your career. Your weight. Your finances. And the longer this goes on, the more your body protests with aches and pains, like my back has been for the past 2 months. Crying out to get you to start…or stop…something.
So, what’s gonna bust this thing up?
I complain about my job a lot, right? So, over the past 18 months or so, I have spent hours pouring over my resume. Updating. Fine-tuning. And sending it out. To every job that looks interesting. And some that don’t. Culminating in exactly ONE job interview, and exactly ZERO job offers.
Fine. Be that way. Who needs you?
I have decided to get back to my passions. Take photography classes. Bought and learned how to use editing software. Got back to writing. Connected with people on social media. Went to a Bloggy Boot Camp in Denver to see how to monetize my passions and network with some interesting people. Came home and made pitches to my favorite companies. And got exactly ZERO returns.
Yea! I am so optimistic right now!
So all this energy and effort into this new path has yielded nada…now what?
I did what any girl should do. I went to see a psychic. She told me my work at my current company is not yet done. Isn’t that the freakin’ cherry on top?
Sigh.
Then, out of nowhere, I get a promotion that I didn’t even apply for at my company. Er…thanks…
Fine. The Universe apparently has it’s own agenda. This stuff is out of my control. So, I’ll have to focus on what IS in my control.
I decided I needed to slow down, re-center and be still. I’m not known for my overabundance of patience, so this is sooo not easy.
Here are the 7 Steps I feel fairly in control over that I am going to start taking to De-rutify my life:
- Go to bed/get up earlier
- Workout everyday
- Meditate in the morning and in the evening, even if just for a few minutes
- Eat healthy…well, most of the time
- Look for new opportunities in everything I do
- Clean out clutter
- Set goals and work on them everyday, even if the smallest thing, to move closer to accomplishing them. Hopefully, the Universe will catch on that I’m not going to let this one go.
If I’m trapped for now…at least I will be well-rested…and organized…
More of this would be juuuust fine. Oh, and a trip to Napa. And Miraval. That would be o.k. too.
And, if anyone finds some kind of voodoo doll of me lying around, grab it for me…Or at least let it out of it’s box!
