In the middle of an enormous project at work and cannot figure out how to turn it off. Three days this week my day started at 3:30 am and ended about midnight. No one expects this of me, but I cannot turn off the drumbeat in my head. Every minute brings me closer to the deadline, and I can't seem to tolerate letting it pass without progress toward the goal.
For 20 minutes right after I woke up, I twisted in the sheets, trying to decide whether go to the store for project supplies or simply work on one of many projects in progress. I imagined the outcome of each option, thought X would be a better use of time, considered X and decided that Y was surely more pressing. But after more thought, Y was too complex for a Saturday morning after the week I've had.
Finally went with Z: an hour at the beach. Clear my head. Search the sand for heart-shaped rocks. Breathe.
Everything is better after 60 minutes on the sand.
This plays out as Anne Lamott's three great prayers. Help. I don't know what to do. Thanks. Yes, the beach is a good idea. Wow. Immense. Constant. Power.
Who would ever have thought I'd live where an hour at the beach is a standard Saturday morning option? Let's give THAT another Wow. And a heart-felt Thanks.