Last week was a challenging one for a variety of reasons. And it’s time to let it go.
A week ago Friday, a day when the temperature hit 104 degrees Fahrenheit in Las Vegas, our air conditioning decided it would work no more. There is no shortage of things to do and places to go to beat the heat during the day. Oh but the night. At some point you have to sleep.
The condo registered 94 degrees at 11:00 pm. We opened windows. We used ceiling fans. We cursed the situation.
Shockingly, none of these things helped.
They helped even less the following night.
By Sunday morning we did what any sensible people would do: we checked into a hotel. I needed to get a good night’s sleep that night before heading to New York City for business the next morning. This was the best decision I’ve made in a long while.
Sitting in the air conditioned airport, things seemed to be looking up. And then my flight was delayed for three hours, pushing my arrival time to 1:00 am. I did the math in my head: land at 1:00 am, deplane, call the car service to advise of my arrival, drive to Manhattan from Newark, check into hotel… I’ll be lucky if I get to my room by 2:30 am.I need to be up by 6:00 am. Oh boy. I could feel the anxiety building in the pit of my stomach.
Let it go, Nanc. There’s nothing you can do at this point. Just let it go.
And then I got a call from someone I love who is going through a really tough time. I felt like a useless twit, miles away from that person and headed even farther away still, and completely unable to show my support, other than by lending an ear before boarding my flight. I wanted to help. I couldn’t help.
The universe was in a mischievous mood and decided to throw one more thing at me. That thing it throws at me every month. Like clockwork.
I’m nearly 48 years old for crying out loud. Enough already. Go the fuck away.
Work, too, was crazier than normal. There were big deliverables to deliver last week.
Ball-busting Nancy made her first appearance at this new workplace. Uh-oh.
That it took nearly 6 months to happen is testament to how much I mellowed during my 2 year ‘retirement’.
Still, that little cameo appearance of the beast formerly known as Nancy made me hyper aware that I could fall back into old habits very easily.
My temper was short. I couldn’t / didn’t share what I was feeling with anyone. I wanted to wallow in my anxiety. I refused to let it go.
Everything was …off.
And I really needed to let it go.
So in the spirit of letting those things go that you should let go, here is a simple but powerful mantra.
Playing this gorgeous music from the amazing Piano Guys also helped.
Keep moving, but also… let it go…