Dear Tiffany,
What love letter do you need this evening?
Something gentle and easy – quick (to make the gap between now and bedtime smaller), but real (to make the gap between compassionate intention and compassionate action smaller).
A shrink ray of a love letter, then.
Something that makes gaps smaller.
Something that bridges gaps.
You are a stress cadet – Joe said today that you’ve been promoted to stress admiral, and Liz said that sounds like an accomplishment but not the good kind.
So, given that, let’s bridge a gap.
Tiffany, Stress Admiral in charge of Project Australia, Elf Commander of the Entrepreneur Ship, Not-Quite-New Stepparent collaborating on Team Hawkstrid, there is a gap between what you are doing and what you are giving yourself credit for doing.
Let’s make that gap a little bit smaller and acknowledge that you are doing quite a lot, and you are doing it quite well, and tomorrow you will get as much done as you can and it will be enough, and Thursday you will get on a plane! Going to Australia! Wow!
It’s a lot, chickadee.
It’s good.
Good job.
Now, sir, might I suggest a final cup of tea to round out the evening and then bed. Leave the rest of the to-do list for another day. You’re allowed to stop working without beating yourself up for the choice. It’s called self-care. Ooo, zing! I say this with love, truly.
And a bit of sass.
But mostly love.
Probably mostly love.
Love,
Me