Day 47: Unforeseen Circumstances

My weekend didn’t go the way I planned. I thought I was going to spend some of Saturday and Sunday doing a bit of work. Tidying up some things from the week, that sort of thing. I didn’t mind doing that.

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Then I went out on Friday night and, unintentionally stayed out way, way, WAY past my bedtime.

It was all good.

Fun with the family.

Saturday.

I got up more or less at my usual time.

Went to a family event.

I got home at a reasonable time and I was shattered.

Sunday.

 I woke up early the next morning for church. Made it to church

And back.

Then had to go straight back to bed for a couple of hours.

When I was younger I could go out late, drinking with my friends and get up early for work with no problem. Now, in midlife, the late nights and drinking are more or less completely gone (I no longer drink) and I try to be in bed by 11pm. So the unexpected late night really threw me.

I’m back to normal, but I didn’t do a lot of the things I needed to do.

And it got me thinking how often our plans get derailed due to unforeseen circumstances. Was my exhaustion a good enough reason not to do what I was going to do?

Should I have soldiered on and made loads of mistakes, done what I wanted to do because I said I would do it and hate every moment because I was so tired?

Once upon a time someone declared it to be heroic to be able to keep going and do what you need to. And there’s a place for that. There’s also a place for going with the flow, going with the unexpected. There’s a place for trust that life (and your body) knows what you need at any given time and there’s a place for respecting yourself enough to give yourself the necessary rest or respite or opportunity to step back and catch your breath.

So I took the opportunity, caught my breath.

I'm glad I did.

No regrets.

Because

Monday.

I woke up rested and ready to go.

And had a really productive day.

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