This time last week I had a full fledged meltdown.
Like, not whoa is me, sniffle sniffle, but full on meltdown.
My “plan” was falling apart in front of my eyes.
You see, I’m a planner. I plan everything. I’m always prepared, never late, and 100% of the time have an idea of how to conquer all.
But not last Friday. Oh no. My plan felt apart in a matter of seconds.
Something major I’d been working on since October when I discovered I was pregnant (aka – who’s going to take over my work responsibilities AND who’s going to watch my kid full time) was quickly crushed by a change of plans.
But guess what? Plans change. People move. Shit happens.
It just so happens this past weekend I was also headed to the beach for a few day getaway with my hubby which couldn’t have come at a better time.
I needed a few days to have a meltdown. To feel pity for myself. And to bask in the shittyness of the situation.
But I also needed a few days to get my head on straight and find a clear mind.
When I came back to work Tuesday it was time to figure shit out. Because, it damn sure wasn’t going to figure itself out and there is a serious time clock …. I’m having a baby ready or not.
So what’s the moral of the story?
Shit happens to everyone. Have a meltdown. Work through it BUT don’t live in it.
I could have easily walked around all week this week like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh and continued my meltdown without coming up with any resemblance of a plan.
Instead, I turned on some rap music, set some goals, wrote some shit down, and tackled this issue head on.
So go take on the universe friends and don’t meltdown for too long – you’ll miss the good shit if you do that!