Every September, I disappear.
And it’s not just for my sake. It’s for the good of everyone around me.
You probably would think I exaggerate should I compare myself to a werewolf on the eve of a full moon. But you haven’t talked to my husband who lives with me.
And all I can ask is that you please pray for him. (For his patience and maybe even for his safety). 😉
It’s Fiscal Year End at work. And since I’m in the Accounts Receivable department, it means I have to make my goal and bring in the money. The time is now. The countdown has begun. Every second counts so you have to work twice as fast and twice as hard.
And because of it, I’m as frazzled as my cat’s hair is frizzy.
It is around this time of year that I put the two computer monitors on my office desk to good use –working on several computer programs at a time, typing notes, submitting emails… all while talking on the phone with customers.
And because of it, my friends know that I can’t hang out. My church knows that I won’t volunteer as much. And my husband knows that we’ll be living off of frozen fish sticks and french fries.
It is around this time of year that all sanity becomes lost. And the more I focus on my lost sanity and all the crazy things I’m doing, the worse it gets.
Just the other day, I dialed a customer’s telephone number and was prompted to type in their extension. But instead of punching in the numbers into my phone, I typed the number into a calculator sitting nearby. And then I stared at it in confusion when the number didn’t dial.
Like I said, lost sanity.
And it’s a struggle for me not to take my work home. To take a deep breath and leave it all behind me when I step into my house at the end of the day. Because it all seems so huge. So over-whelming.
Like I want to stomp my feet and pound my fists in a good old-fashioned temper tantrum.
But before you begin to get too worried or decide to call Dr. Phil with an idea for an upcoming episode on female breakdowns, I think I may have found my sanity tonight.
It was sitting on a park bench in the forest. Cuddled safely in the arms of my best friend. Surrounded by a sweet, powerful prayer.
And it’s funny but surviving one more week of Year End at work doesn’t seem so bad anymore.
Sorry, Dr. Phil. You’ll have to find another idea for your show. I’m actually gonna be okay. 🙂