There’s always something to howl about.

Is it sink, swim, or just taking a deep breath to find buoyancy?

It’s Saturday, which means it’s my Sunday, which means it’s my one day off if I’m lucky.  This last month has been the busiest I have seen this year.  The choices of my clients, both on the buying and listing side have seemed more challenging now than I have ever seen.  Well, that’s not entirely true, many buyers have had no problem sitting on the fence.  On top of that, the opportunities that have been presented to me have be overly scrutinized this week.  I was out to dinner last night with some guests from out of town when it hit me.  The stress and lack of sleep has had me going around acting somewhat zombie like,  I literally responded to the Maitre ds question of “how are you this evening?” with a “nnnnyaeh”.  The obviousness of my failing condition was now as apparent as the gibberish expelled from my throat.

Now before this comes across an absolute whining session for me to vent off the frustrations of my life at the moment, let me tell you that I have the tools to navigate rough waters.  I’ve been here before, as we all have.  The bumps along the way keep it interesting if nothing else, right?   The unpredictable events the follow poor decision making are ones that can be reversed or taken into a more positive direction given the awareness of the direction of said bonehead moves.  I’ve never thought that it was helpful to beat one’s self up over what could be a mistake.  What I do feel is negligible is witnessing someone (or yourself) having the awareness of a mistake and keeping that action on the same path.  This, a good friend of mine would say is like sticking your head in the oven only to find that it’s too hot for a head, and then going  back again the next day to try it again and still find it’s still too warm…. though I could never figure out why somebody wanted stick their head the oven, the lesson was not lost on me.

Simplicity is always my best fix.  Making simple adjustments to straighten my seemingly wrecked passage into a doomsday scenario.  Writing things out helps, weighing out positive and negative aspects.  Reaching out to peers and talking things out can give orderly direction, provided others are not fragrant of the smell of fresh burned hair themselves.  Many exercise, for this I put forth my best effort, despite my aversion of the gym and Yoga has been good to me.  The fix for today is Rock-n-Roll.  Good ol’ therapy in itself can be blowing off the dust of some highway poetry like Son Volt’s Trace, opening up the sunroof and hitting the Shoreline drive.  Being a California native and a nomad at heart the road has always been a good place for clearing cobwebs, and yes, the epiphany was right there in the sounds:

If living right is easy, what goes wrong
You're causing it to drown
Didn't want to turn that way
You're causing it to drown
Doesn't make a difference now
You're causing it to drown
Silence knows, can't drown a heart



Son Volt/Jay Farrar is the source \"Drown\"

I’m sure taking next Saturday .. and maybe even this Wednesday afternoon off wouldn’t hurt either.

Any other tips on challenging the ingrained Protestant work ethic are welcomed below. 🙂