For the past six months or so, I’ve been hindered by a series of injuries that are all related to overworking. So much for the saying, “Hard work never hurt anybody!” When young, I was criticized for being lazy, now that I’m kinda sorta middle aged, I’m being told to ease up on my work load – or else. Unfortunately my career job is a tough one, heavy lifting is unavoidable, and my physical capabilities are pushed to the max all day. The good news is, I only work three days a week now, so I’ve ample time to relax, or heal before I beat myself up all over again. At least that was the plan, and it would work… but what about the ranch chores? I’ve been trying to find help, but that hasn’t been an easy task. So far, I’m still on my own. But, for that very reason, change has been forced upon me… and with a surprising result.
Everybody who knows me would unanimously agree that I don’t do anything half-assed. My job, my home, and my life in every respect are in order no matter what. This is an exhausting compulsion that I don’t really understand. So… I blame my Mother for planting that chores before playtime seed way to deep. For some crazy reason I’ve always felt guilty for enjoying myself when there’s unfinished work to be done. I guess that was fine when I could actually do it, but now that I can’t, it doesn’t seem to bother me at all! If only I knew years ago that an excuse could free me from my woes of perfection, I would have hurt myself a long time ago!
What does all this mean? Well, the barn chores are done but maybe not perfectly, so what! The lawn is cut, but not edged, who cares! The property isn’t raked with perfect lines in the sand, to bad!
I’ve had to pay a rather steep price to justify slacking off, but it’s taught me that having time to enjoy life is indeed… priceless.
amy elizabeth, TBN Ranch