Wow, I’ve made it as far as U in the blogging from A to Z challenge. Well done me, for a first month of retirement adventure.
Urgent. I’m working on letting fewer and fewer things hit the category of urgent, or its horrible relative, emergent. I’ve never enjoyed feeling rushed, and after more than half a century of being beholden to a schedule, I’m even more inclined to take my time. That doesn’t mean I intend to be inefficient, more that I want to do whatever it is I’m doing (or not doing) for however long it takes and then move on to the next.
I like to avoid a sense of urgency and a need to hurry. Giving myself the time and space to do things. Of course things can change, emergencies do occur, and given my previous profession of physician, preceded by lifeguard, I can snap into high gear quickly if needed. After so much practice, I trust that if I need to, I can do it, and my nervous system is much happier when I’m not running around on high alert.
Years ago, a client of mine with challenging PTSD owing to a difficult childhood was talking about some issues in her life; some in her neighborhood, others with a business. I noticed that she kept using the word critical around situations. No wonder she was so stressed and couldn’t sleep–all the ordinary stuff of life was filed under “critical”. Over time, we worked together to become more aware of the language she was using, knowing that her nervous system, like everyone’s, was prone to believe her hyperbole, with a detrimental impact on the quality of her life. Things improved. I haven’t seen her for some years, so I don’t know how she’s doing, but I do hope she’s living easier, not responding jumpily to every horn or ringing telephone.
Just as my clients learned to watch their language, so did I. Its helped. And now I have more options on at least some of the situations in my life, and definitely a choice on how I meet whatever occurs. I’ll take my thrills elsewhere, thank you.