I woke up to a rainy Friday morning… kind of puts a damper on my plans for a good long run and some yard work.
But after kicking around a little, frustrated by the rain sabotaging my plans, I realize that sometimes it’s good to be limited. I tend to over-extend, over-commit and over-stress myself all the time. When something or someone else puts limits on me, after my first few moments of frustration over my lack of control, I actually come to enjoy the freedom the limits create for me.
The limitation created by the rain has forced me to stay inside today, but that limitation actually frees me from the burden of the outside things I intended to do. They are beyond my control and I have to let them go. Instead, my focus is narrowed to the things that I can do inside like writing, reading and cleaning. There’s still plenty to do, but with a few things eliminated for me, it doesn’t all seem so daunting.
Anyone relate to this feeling?