LynnMarie

Grammy Nominated Artist, Storyteller & Motivational Entertainer

New

We’re tired!

James fell asleep like this, in the middle of the afternoon. Chin resting on the car door. Snoring away.

I think he’s a little wiped

out from his first week of “new”.

New school. New teachers. New routine. James needs time adjusting to “new”.

And it turns out, so might I.

Whether it’s a new house, new job, new government, new relationship – there’s an adjustment time. A period of a few days, or weeks or maybe even months where you feel slightly out of sorts and possibly crunchy.

You are not yourself and you want to punch lots of people.

For example; I was in Publix the other day and the woman in my aisle couldn’t figure out if she wanted to be on the left side or the right side and kept swerving like she was drunk and every time I went left to pass her, she went left and so on and so on and all I wanted to do was ram my cart into her backside!  (And yes, I am well aware that my current menopausal situation may be contributing to this hostel state of mind.)

What to do in those times? The only thing that I’ve found that works is to fall back on the things that make you feel good and grounded –

your favorite jeans, good friends, Netflix’s, donuts and prayer.

(Maybe not exactly in that order.) And of course – naps! James apparently understands the importance of naps.

The good news is… new becomes normal pretty quick, with just a little bit of acceptance.

All week we’ve been saying to James, “This is the new routine.” On the drive to school we ask, “James, where we are going?” He responds, “New School!”. And because he has a tendency to want to resist and sit in the parking lot, we then ask, “What do we do when we get there?” And he responds, “Walk.”  “Yes James. New school. Walk.”

This is now my own mantra and maybe yours? Fill in the blank “New ________. Walk.”

It will be natural to want to resist and sit. But keep walking. And before you know it, new becomes normal and you might just like people again. Or at least not want to run them over with a grocery cart.

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