So, how ridiculous is it that on my last move (where I moved 5 miles down the road) I was a complete mess? I was overwhelmed; I had no clear vision, the process sucked, and my mind and body completely shut down.
Good friends of ours came to our rescue and helped us on the actual moving day. But simple questions such as "where should we put this box?” were impossible for me to answer. One friend totally took over on the furniture move and started leading the way on how we would fill the truck. My girlfriend gently pushed me to pack faster and get everything out of the house.
A joke emerged: "Meg, don't you do this for a living?"
When emotions are involved and it's your stuff, your memories, your living arrangements, the decisions become less simple. Emotion overcomes rational thought.
Our kitchen was under construction and I was mid-process in painting (the ENTIRE house needed painting - doors and all). We still owed two months rent on our previous rental and our mortgage was starting soon. There were plumbing issues and nuisance after nuisance that our "home inspector" failed to report. My husband was working until midnight most nights and I had a huge opportunity for my business that required hours of preparation. My kids were starting to feel sad and neglected that they were in after-school for three weeks straight. I wasn't sleeping and I was still squeezing in clients who begged for sessions before the holiday season.
I got through it all, while putting way too much pressure on myself, because after all I do DO this for a living. Is it any surprise that I got the flu for about 3 weeks and another 3 weeks to fully recover?
It's hard to ask for help. I could have hired a professional organizer to take the load off my plate - I know many talented ones! I could have paced myself more and not have done it all at once. But the brain isn't rational when exhaustion, emotion and life intervene.
You want to know the most ironic, most ridiculous part of all of this? I was developing a talk entitled ‘Overcoming Overwhelm’.
Yep. Wrap your head around that.
Now that the storm is over and I'm able to reflect, I look at the whole experience as a realization as to why I started my company in the first place.
I want to help people feel a sense of calm with their physical space, so that all the other pressures of life are easier to handle. I want to connect with other mothers and let them know that they are not alone; we are all struggling and they are doing a great job despite them thinking otherwise. I want to destroy the pressures of perfection and let people see that you can have a functional, organized space and it doesn't need to look like it's magazine picture perfect. I want women to lean on each other and inspire support, instead of judgement (and guilt) of a "messy house".
And, DAMMIT, I want my friends to invite me to their houses without thinking I will judge their space and start rearranging their stuff. My house isn't perfect: I don't make beds; there are toys around the house; and my counter tops are sticky with syrup from breakfast!
We are all in this together; it's okay to ask for help and let people see our "imperfections".