The race that stops a nation didn’t stop me. Not in my tracks and not even long enough to watch it at work (actually there was no-one around as my boss was on leave and my other colleague out of the office).
With a new moon rising, Halloween had passed in a shocking excess of cheap and nasty ghoul and cheap and nasty candy (or far too many lollies) as I taught a yin yoga class and beckoned peace, while the kids went trick or treating, which let’s face it is just too much treating.
And then it was the first day of November, Melbourne Cup day and the 6th anniversary of adopting our son. I forgot until Facebook reminded me – sad really. I forgot too that it’s been two years since I graduated with my yoga teaching qualification, another anniversary swept under the yoga mat without much reflection, even though both milestones have changed my life.
I didn’t mark Halloween, or Melbourne Cup or either anniversary on social media either, because if you pause long enough to post it will be Christmas already!
Somehow I found some time to do our taxes, just in time for the dreaded Halloween deadline (although we’re expecting refunds – winning – which is better than the odds at Melbourne Cup).
And pausing, ever so briefly, between yoga classes for me and dance rehearsals for Miss Yin, followed by her end of year school dance concert, big end of year studio dance concert and school awards night, sandwiched between my still-new part-time work commitments, I breathed a sigh of relief when my biannual boob squeeze (aka mammogram) looked all clear.
And I pondered what happened to October and wondered whether November will fly by even faster (it is one day shorter after all).
Now we’re a week into November already and get ready for another Proud Mum boast.
Our Miss Yin won the Most Promising Senior award for her dance studio. Yes, that’s right she’s a senior!!! Of course we’re very proud of her, but also slightly scared that she’s now a senior – not such a shock since she’s been dancing with the big girls all year, only now it’s engraved on a trophy so it must be official.
And there’s no going back to juniors. Where does time go?
She also won the Dance Excellence award for Year 7 at her school awards night, as her first year of high school is almost over. Seriously, where does time go?
(PS – thank you for not noticing that it’s been almost a month since I last blogged and for indulging my boasts).
I call this time crazy busy and you have to move faster than a hip-hop dancer (to continue the dance analogy) just to stop tripping over yourself and falling flat on your face.
Throw in the crazy US election and it is seriously cray cray.
So what is the solution to take the stress out of the crazy busyness?
Enjoy it. Savour it. I’ve been largely off social media, barely posting anything on my page and I’ve been both a slack blogger and blog reader. I’ve got untangled from the interwebs, retreated to home base, and even into my own shell.
But that’s OK because as the world continues to spin crazily (out of control), I want to enjoy the twirls and whirls of our daughter’s dance, the joy of our son trying out the new-upcycled go-kart he and Mr Yang built (and crashing it and then being OK again thanks to the magic of bandaids and hugs), and the antics of our puppy Ruffus who will turn one this week (and hopefully stop chewing everything in sight quite so much).
Things will always get crazy busy, but we make things stressful by not savouring the cray cray.
We create drama and kill our joy by not being in the moment of craziness, sitting with it, laughing at it, and knowing the truth of that zen saying – this too shall pass (even the US election, and please Universe, Donald Trump).
So Happy Cray Cray. See you on the other side.
Linking up for IBOT with Kylie and the gang and trying to be a good blogger for a change.