An emotional vomit fest.
That was yesterday. On the phone with a good friend and coach, Dennis Mansfield. He’s an awesome friend because I can be real with him. He’s seen me at my worst and is still in my corner, so there’s times I can just let loose.
And coronavirus, increased work load, the challenges of life, you know all the things… Money, life, work, family, whatever. It all poured out. Over Facetime because I’ve been exposed to someone who was exposed to someone with corona (thanks 2020!).
We talked politics (he used to be in politics, I love to hear his opinions and he tolerates my rants). We talked a bit about work. Then he asked how I was doing… Where was my stress.
He had to dodge the emotional vomit that spewed forth…. And then the silence when he asked what the one thing that was weighing me down was. (“What one thing? I have a list! I can’t narrow it down!”)
Then he asked me to change how I view mornings. Instead of my feet hitting the floor and saying, “I’m so tired! Why am I AWAKE?! When I can I sleep in?” just thank God for the little things.
I did it this morning. I woke up and started thanking God. My daughter was up last night, and I had heard my wife dealing with it and letting me sleep. I thanked God for the hot water. It wasn’t even the big stuff. It just was.
My life is still crazy. The to-do list is crazy today as usual. BUT… I’m at more peace. Just by shifting the narrative to being thankful.