I haven't been at work for 4 days. Torrential rains. Flooding. Falling trees. Power outages. Hurricane Sandy walloped the East coast.
Thankfully I watched most of it on TV from the warm comfort of my living room. I can't say I've ever been so grateful to have a storm rage around me and leave me nothing more than a little wet.
With Ray taking over the menu prep, my load has lightened. Versus feeling a weight grow day after day on my shoulders, I started making progress. The road was long, but I felt I could walk it again. That hopefulness was something I hadn't felt in a long time. What a beautiful feeling!
As Sandy closed down the East Coast for the past two days, I relaxed. Work allowed employees to take off time to made up over the next few months - no precious leave needed. A windfall of time fed the hopefulness and the result was gloriously relaxing.
For the first time in months, I had unplanned time. Time to use however I saw fit. Time to gain a foothold in the chaos. All the things I could plan to do...
The first of which was to sleep in Monday morning. I slept. And slept. And slept. Until 8:30 am!!! Many might think this a insignificant feat. But those people are not the parents of toddler morning birds. I was so happy to sleep.
Upon waking Monday morning, I considered listing all the things I wanted to get done. I could build a nice long list and check things off one by one. It would be so satisfying. But that isn't what I did. I didn't plan at all. I just lived in my space. As a task popped up, I worked on it. Or I didn't. I dedicated myself to no task taking more than an hour. ROWE - Results Only Work Environment. I could have to go back to my real job at any moment. All that mattered was the state I left behind. Start nothing that can't be completed.
My first urge was to prepare for the hurricane. A little shopping. Extra water in the fridge. Candles out. Matches located. Laundry dried. Portable electronics charged. Bigger electronics shutdown. Children bathed. Sweaters donned.
Feeling as in control of my fate as I could in the middle of a hurricane I began to search my house for the other items which were bothering me.
Boxes of recently acquired hand-me-downs - organized into sortable stacks.
My girls' puzzles and board games - organized onto a repurposed shleving unit in the closet.
Piles of thoroughly loved bath toys - sorted and separated into keep and toss.
Stack of dropped items inside the kitchen door - escorted to their respective homes.
Mountain of craft supplies supporting past projects - organized back into the craft boxes.
Monday became Tuesday and I kept gliding through the house. Puttering. Finding an object out of place, returning it to its home. We moved some furniture. Divested of more unsold items from our yard sale. Planned to ridding our house of more things kept past their usefulness.
Tomorrow I return to work. I can't say that I'm done, but I don't ever really want to be done. I just want to feel at peace in my own space. For the first time in quite a long time, I think I've achieved that. Now I just have to work on keeping the peace. :)