I wrote in earnestness last month that I wasn’t sure how to forecast September. I’m glad I didn’t try too hard because September sure walloped me emotionally just about every which way to sideways. I was offered a job; I accepted the job only to have the offer rescinded. I had to hospitalize a kiddo. Then both of my kiddos wanted to leave our home. Then both of our kiddos ran away. September packed a punch. I’m in need of some respite, but I’m not certain how much October can provide. Either way, I had lots of holes in goals this month, never mind the day-to-days I’d expected to manage, didn’t list as goals, and utterly failed to manage. Continue reading “October 2017 Goal-Setting and the September Follow-Up”
August was an ugly month. Ugly. My level of stress was nigh well astronomical (but not quite so astronomical as the extraordinary total eclipse). I’ve come home from work more ready to quit than not almost every day, and graduate classes started amid a complete failure of my ability to get documentation to have services for students with disabilities. I’ve had more luck being a professional with a disability than a student with one, so the beginning of classes was inordinately stressful too as I deliberated and met with professors about my concerns for class. Also, the beginning of school when you’re a parent of two teenage foster kiddos is more than a touch nutty. Given my stressors, I’m surprised by how much I managed to accomplish this month. Go me.
When our lives change, even for the better, our stress increases. When you have fibromyalgia, that usually means your pain and your fatigue change… and not for the better. As I wrote about earlier, I’m facing some a proverbial barrel of the gun in terms of changes: I’ve been promoted, and I’m starting a graduate school program. Yeah, I think I’m crazy too.
So, June kind of exploded much like the Fourth of July did yesterday. My team at work was reduced (expected), my supervisor left (unexpected) leaving me in the position of a promotion (unexpected), we got another kiddo (somewhat unexpected), we took in a respite kiddo (expected, three preteen kiddos!) and my graduate class started (expected). So, my erratic goal progress this month can be traced back to all those expected and unexpected changes. I’m not making excuses; life is what it is, frequently as erratic as it is messy and explosive. My habits and stress levels suffered as a result.