Oh May, do I have some goals for you.
Hang on to your panties friends, this month is going to be a whirlwind.
In the next 25 days before our wedding weekend kicks off,
I am committing to:
+being kind and forgiving to myself if things don't go as planned or as usual this month. e.g. the blog may not be as well planned or reliable as it usually is. . . and that's ok.
+taking care of myself, i.e. getting enough sleep, eating well, exercising, staying calm
+getting in the elevator a lot. This is a metaphor that I came up with to help me focus my life from time to time. I've shared it with a few others, and I'm letting you in on its awesomeness. I like to imagine that I get in an elevator, actively close the doors (with my mind. ninjas can do that) and then I control which buttons I choose to push, whether it goes up or down, or whether it just stays where it is. Most generally, I am the only one in the elevator (unless I'm playing blackjack with Lisa, in which case we might both be in the elevator). I find that it is very empowering when I calm the world around me, walk into the elevator and shut out all other influences. Then I can tremind myself that I can choose how to act, react, speak, behave, (and sometimes, gasp) even feel. When I'm getting in the elevator I like to take both of my arms (hands with palms flat facing me) and pull them together in front of my face as if they were the elevator doors (trust me. it helps).
+not being afraid to tackle sh*t. I am going to cross stuff off my to-do list like a champ and not be stressed by the number of things left on the list. I just can't.
+enjoying the ride. This is it. It's forever. I'm getting married to an amazing, amazing man, and I am going to enjoy every minute of this even if it kills me because these are the days.
they really, really are.