For something completely different, this week for Whimsical Wednesday I have a video. I came across this video yesterday and was fascinated by the hours and design that went into this creation. And, honestly, something in me still feels that childlike joy that always came from setting dominoes up and then knocking them down. So, seeing them fall into the design of one of my favorite pieces of art is just that much more fun. I hope you enjoy! (And I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments!)
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Daily 5 - Year 3, Day 309
Today's Daily 5:
- a little bit of a sleep-in
- not needing to rent a car for clinical
- loving the Le Leche League breastfeeding support group meeting I attended as part of my clinical rotation
- a quiet evening at home, resting and doing homework
- a bowl of Italian Wedding Soup and sweatpants
Tuesday Anticipations, June 26, 2012
This week I'm anticipating:
- the chance to give some feedback on one of the classes in my program
- dinner with one of my oldest friends
- hanging out with my house church friends
- another weekend that is truly composed of downtime (and a long weekend at that!)
What are you looking forward to this week?
Monday, June 25, 2012
Daily 5 - Year 3, Day 308
Today's Daily 5:
- a rental car I really liked
- being paired with a great nurse, and making visits that were really useful for the learning objectives for this semester
- meeting the family for supper
- a baby cuddle
- getting a much needed grocery shopping trip accomplished (hooray for a fridge full of healthier options!)
A Minor Meltdown: Begin Again
I had a minor meltdown on Friday night, just before I needed to leave for my work shift.
The combination of some very heavy school deadlines, all the demands of a bachelorette party and wedding for my brother and his now wife, juggling church and social obligations, and adding a new job with new hours and some very heavy demands on my emotional energy to the mix didn't play well. When you combine that with burning a candle at both ends to make sure all of those things stayed relatively managed, the result isn't pretty.
It looks like several weeks of eating poorly, exercising minimally, and forgetting to take vitamins and supplements. It looks like minimal sleep, and way more people intensive commitments than my introverted nature can comfortable juggle. And ultimately it looks like collapsing into tears in my parent's living room as I head out the door to an emotionally demanding, physically draining late night shift at work.
And so, this week, with the pressure of several of those demands either temporarily or permanently slaked, I'm thinking about what it looks like to begin again.
To offer myself grace for the thousands of self-care missteps I've made through choice or necessity over the last three weeks, and begin to treat myself kindly again. To eat more vegetables and less cookies. To schedule time for winding down back into my nightly routine. To go back to taking vitamins. To walk or do yoga or hike. To say no to some people commitments, and yes to the ones that really feed my soul. To read, to write, to trust.
I'm going to loosely quote Anne Shirley again, one of my all-time favorite lines from literature. "I'm so glad that tomorrow is another day with no mistakes in it yet."
After a minor meltdown, I'm beginning again.
The combination of some very heavy school deadlines, all the demands of a bachelorette party and wedding for my brother and his now wife, juggling church and social obligations, and adding a new job with new hours and some very heavy demands on my emotional energy to the mix didn't play well. When you combine that with burning a candle at both ends to make sure all of those things stayed relatively managed, the result isn't pretty.
It looks like several weeks of eating poorly, exercising minimally, and forgetting to take vitamins and supplements. It looks like minimal sleep, and way more people intensive commitments than my introverted nature can comfortable juggle. And ultimately it looks like collapsing into tears in my parent's living room as I head out the door to an emotionally demanding, physically draining late night shift at work.
And so, this week, with the pressure of several of those demands either temporarily or permanently slaked, I'm thinking about what it looks like to begin again.
To offer myself grace for the thousands of self-care missteps I've made through choice or necessity over the last three weeks, and begin to treat myself kindly again. To eat more vegetables and less cookies. To schedule time for winding down back into my nightly routine. To go back to taking vitamins. To walk or do yoga or hike. To say no to some people commitments, and yes to the ones that really feed my soul. To read, to write, to trust.
I'm going to loosely quote Anne Shirley again, one of my all-time favorite lines from literature. "I'm so glad that tomorrow is another day with no mistakes in it yet."
After a minor meltdown, I'm beginning again.
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