Friday, June 13, 2008

THE FINISH LINE

While this is not an actual photo of myself, I must say, the likeness (particularly the abs) is remarkable. I haven't crossed my own finish line yet, but I can see it from here. Today is Rojo's last day of school, a 1/2 day, and 3/4 of that I will spend at the school celebrating their end-of-the-year Mass. Then I take him to Lens Crafters for new glasses, shop for last minute birthday, grad, goodbye and Father's Day gifts, come home, clean up from the beach trip, do 20 loads of laundry, put away all the junk the kids have brought home from their desks at school, etc., etc., etc.

Tomorrow we have three parties to attend, Sunday is Father's Day, and on Monday I have a reunion to go to.

Then I'm done.

I've scheduled my breakdown, fatigue, crying jags, and upper respiratory infection to all coincide for Tuesday. Happens every year. I make it through the finish line, but not one inch beyond. I collapse. Done. Toast. Wasted. Fried. Trashed.

You'd think I'd learn, but alas, I am not so great with the self-pacing, must be one of my many, many soul lessons I've come here to gain.

Who was it that said, "What you resist, persists?"

I have made a lot of headway in the balancing act, particularly in the last year, but I have a long way to go.

Someone said that balance means "about to fall over." I love that. That's what I try to keep in mind when I feel like I'm about to fall over, that as long as I'm not, I'm balancing.

Maybe this year I'll go that inch beyond the finish line, just an inch.

Inch by inch, life's a cinch, yard by yard, life is hard.

5 comments:

Michelle O'Neil said...

I'm just so glad there is someone else out there with abs that look just like mine. It ain't easy being this "hot."

Not to mention busy.

Love.

Go Mama said...

"I've scheduled my breakdown, fatigue, crying jags, and upper respiratory infection to all coincide for Tuesday."

That's funny. I had my... (insert above) all this past week...with one more week of school activities to go! I guess I didn't make it to the finish line.

Congratulations in advance for making it to yours!

FWIW, some parties/school events just can't be attended. Can. Not. Do. It. All.

Jerri said...

Inch by inch is a good way to go.

Eileen said...

I dropped the one step at a time and changed it to inch by inch too. So much more workable and I think not falling over is a great criteria!

Very funny (and one I can so relate to) post. Hope your weekend goes more peaceful than planned.

XOXO

Anonymous said...

The finish line? "Last call for the human race." You are in the thick of it and I really don't think you will allow yourself to be lapped. Here's the beauty of track and field, there are so many events to choose from so you just participate in the the ones that suit you. Play to you strengths. Don't you find it interesting that you chose to marry a man that still holds records in several events from high school. Hell that's worth hanging in there. However, before the "collapse" will the Links hit the links? The finish line? Isn't that when everyone shows up all all choked up and can only utter their inflated foundest memories of you. Come on Carrie, you've got lots of laps in front of you.