Q: Oh, my dear, neglected blog, will you ever forgive me for temporarily abandoning you?
A: YES ’cause I don’t really give a shit that you’ve been away, but now that you’re back . . . Hey, girl! Whatcha been up to?
I have the tendency, as a human being, to be what is best described as . . . overzealous. I have very little free time as it is, and I choose to fill what free time I do have with . . . what is best described as . . . a lot. In the past few months, I have gained traction at becoming even further behind with responding to pen pal letters. In fact, I have not written a response letter since April. I have zero traveling postcards via Postcrossing. I have not picked up my knitting needles, flute, or guitar. I have read less books in 2018 than in past years, and I have been writing only half-hearted (Goodreads) reviews, if I write one at all. My gym time has dwindled, and I have not written, what I would consider a decent blog entry, in months. Recently (recently as in just a handful of hours ago), I gave myself permission to give up some control. Let me explain . . .
I love swap-bot; I run several groups, and I host a lot of swaps within said groups. In addition to those swaps, I also host public swaps. Without getting too in depth and too involved in the swap-bot jargon, being a founder and a host takes A LOT of work. Frankly, if it doesn’t take a lot of your time and energy, then you’re probably not doing it right. There are exceptions, I’m sure, which is why I have written “‘probably’ not doing it right” (or at the very least, not to the best of your ability). Swap-bot, because I manage many groups and many swaps, and because I take deadlines very seriously, has been taking up the majority of my limited time. I love devoting time to putting together quality swaps and creating happy mail, sending RAKs, etc., but the constant hosting and management responsibilities is a prime example of my overzealousness. Note to self: just enjoy swap-bot, Amy, without taking on additional tasks.
I have missed so much all of the other things that provide me with a well-rounded and happy life. So, I’ve reached out for assistance with hosting and founding my groups. That is a big step in beginning to enjoy my multitude of hobbies again, albeit not the first one. I have also decided that I will maintain X number of pen pal relationships. I do not need 50+ pen pals to deem this a worthwhile hobby. In fact, much like my IRL relationships, I much prefer to maintain a few very close and meaningful connections over double-digit acquaintances. I will continue to send postcards via Postcrossing, but it is OKay to have a handful traveling at a time; I do not need to sit and send 25+ in one sitting. I will continue to organize my favorite postcards into category specific albums, but I no longer feel the need to scan them into Flikr as well. Overall, I am working on reigning in my overeagerness and proneness to do ev-er-y-thing full boar; moderation is key, even in regards to the undertakings I love and enjoy.
The first step I took to ensure a newfound commitment to creativity and creating . . . I cleaned my “home office” and my craft room. My, what I also refer to as workspaces, were beyond cluttered. I found it nearly impossible to focus on anything, let alone follow through with a hobby task (writing, knitting, reading, painting, whatever it may be), with supplies scattered on the floors, piles of stuff scattered about, half started projects stacked upon one another and set aside, etc. So, during my much needed staycation last week, I got my spaces squared away. Gone is the anxiety I previously felt when I would tackle these particular cleaning and organizational tasks, attempting to get the job(s) done, all at once. Now, when I open the door to either of the me time rooms, I feel exhilarated to be in there, ready to sit at my desk to write a letter or a postcard, able to find the extras I want to include in an outgoing swap, and capable of focusing on whatever venture my heart desires. Speaking of (errr, writing about) other ventures and my heart’s desire . . .
With the (work) gym closed, my training and efforts to workout have taken a downturn. I am fortunate in that I have a well equipped gym in my attached garage / basement, but I certainly need to work on the discipline aspect of using it. I have grown so accustomed to busting out an amazing workout before noon, which is ideal for me because the workout is done for the day, and I can devote my post work hours to the other adulting that must be done. However, there was once a time when I only used my home gym; I was once willing to put myself first, before all else, and I need to tap into that energy again, guilt free. Although I have not been logging the gym hours that I normally do as of late, snow shoveling and construction on my rental unit have at least kept my stamina on point.
As of yesterday, I am officially registered for 2019’s Maine (half) marathon. I have also decided that when the application becomes available, I will be applying to be a 2019 race ambassador. (Here we go with the overzealousness again!). However, I made my decision to (definitely) apply for the ambassadorship in October, exactly a month from today, actually. On October 28th, I ran in the Poland Spring Marathon Kickoff 5-Miler in New York City! Since I was sporting my 2018 Maine Marathon shirt, multiple people approached me and asked about the Maine Marathon. I was considering applying for an ambassadorship before this date, mainly because I envision myself as a valuable resource in that I can put others at ease. In anticipation of my first half marathon, I was terrified and nervous and jittery on top of excited and proud. I’m a classic, “If I can do it, you can too!” example, and I sense that I have the ability to motivate, encourage, and calm others who may be skeptical or hard on themselves.
BUT . . . more about New York City! For those of you who follow me on Instagram (@idiosyncratic_unicorn), you have likely already seen my gushing post, brimming with pride in myself, as well as excitement at meeting Peter Ciaccia. Briefly, I was so so so SO very proud of myself for doing this run. Much like my IG post reads, my delight was mainly because I ran in an out-of-state event. When I first started entering 5Ks, I never anticipated that I would have the chutzpa to do one alone, let alone in another state. I also never imagined that I would increase my distance from the 5K, but oh, how I have evolved as a runner! Running has been so positive for me, not only in regards to my health and physical appearance, but in my overall confidence (not related to body image but related to my shyness).
I have gone from whether or not a friend is running with me as a determining factor for race entry, to participating in whatever the heck race I want to. When you are as shy, introverted, and introspective as I am, it is daunting to go it alone. I was also pleased beyond measure because I ran this particular 5-miler in under an hour, walking only to drink water (I’m not coordinated enough to run and drink without choking), and I stopped briefly for a photo with Peter Ciaccia. Approaching (and taking a picture with) someone I have never met before – also giant strides that required a lot of prowess on my behalf. SO, it is these experiences that solidified my decision at becoming (or trying to become) a Maine Marathon ambassador. I think this program will not only benefit me but benefit from me. For those of you who do not follow my IG, I’ve thrown in some pictures from the NYC Poland Spring Marathon Kickoff at the end.
Suffice it to say, I do suppose that I am on the correct path to eliminating undue stress and anxiety in my daily routine, all the while rediscovering time management and diversity in my efforts.