Did you hear about the winter storm that swept the Pacific Northwest under a blanket of white? Rumor has it that it has not completely passed yet, but today looks like we may have just gotten through the worst of it. My family and I had 6 uninterrupted days of pure winter leisure. I took a day or two, but the winter storm that captivated the Pacific Northwest in a snow globe of winter madness actually taught me something really important.
I am Overworked
The snow brought out the inner child like excitement in my children. During the storm, we laughed, threw snowballs, made snow angels, sledded down our driveway, and sipped on cocoa as we watched the heavy snowfall from the stormy clouds above. However as soon as the fun was over and we went our separate ways, I would go straight back to work. No thought and no hesitation it was just business as usual for me. Almost like I was on auto pilot, I shallowly enjoyed these moments, but I'd be lying if I didn't say that work was always in mind. This was a realization that admittedly took me some time to see.
The first official day of the snowstorm, I cleaned and I worked. I watched from the deck as my children fully embraced the winter weather. not once during the first day did I join them in their winter adventures. This thought alone baffles me because I absolutely love winter. How is it that inches of beautiful white snow could cover my neighborhood and I not have any desire to go outside and sled down my driveway? Just knowing that at that moment in time I did not put adventure and my love for winter first is a hard fact to face.
As I write this I can feel the tears threaten to spill over and roll down my cheeks. I never wanted a life where work came before everything. I did not realize that this is what was happening day one of the storm, but if I did I probably would have immediately been so upset with myself. That I would have thrown on my winter coat and marched outside determined to prove myself wrong.
Day two comes into view and knowing that I didn't need to be up for any reason. I truly slept in for the first time in forever. Once my eyes did open ready to face the day, I quietly worked as I sipped my coffee. After a bit of time had passed I decided to venture outside and finally play and enjoy the snow in all of its glory. I sledded down our driveway multiple times and then took the adventure even further by going for a walk around the neighborhood. When the cold finally got to me I shivered my way back inside to happily enjoy a steaming cup of hot apple cider with a hint of brandy. Once that last sip slide down my throat, I was out. The amazing thing was that I didn't just nap. I fell completely asleep on my couch with a movie playing in the background. There was nothing in the world that could have woken me up. I was out for the count. I woke up with the greatest refreshed feeling I have honestly felt in years.
Dinner time rolls around and I choose to work while I eat and for a little while after. Once I am satisfied with the progress I have made I decide that it is time to turn in for the night.
It's day three and the sun has finally decided to peak through the clouds gracing our faces with its warm glow. I find myself on my back porch sipping my coffee. When all of a sudden I get smacked in the face with this realization that quite honestly cracked my heart a fair bit. I am overworked. Not only am I overworked to the point of exhaustion, but work is the only thing that my mind thinks about. Almost every thought I have revolves around Thavin & Marcob. We have goals that we want to achieve so I just keep going and going. Not realizing that it is draining me from the inside out. If you know me, you know that this is not me. This workaholic person is never someone I aspired to be. I love living in the moment, I love adventure, I love all the wonders that the world has to offer. Yet, somehow along the way, I pushed that love so far down that it almost disappeared with my ambitions for Thavin & Marcob. In turn, creating this workaholic monster that can't even enjoy an innocent snow day with her children. This realization really hit me hard, especially because it shacked my core beliefs so much so that I realized I as a person was so consumed I changed into someone I never thought imaginable.
Thavin & Marcob is my passion, my dream job, my love, but it took three days trapped in a snowstorm to realize that I haven't honestly relaxed or enjoyed a moment in its purity in an astronomically long time. While realizing that I am overworked was tough. I am grateful that the winter storm helped me to find this out. Even though every intention might be for good intent. Steamrolling and power housing 24/7 is no way to achieve sustainable success or happiness. I truly believe that if the storm did not help to bring this to light I would have eventually burnt out and quite Thavin & Marcob entirely. I am thankful now to be aware of my limits and the full power my ambitious drive has. I am eternally grateful that I did not reach a point where I felt like I needed to walk away and quite. I am thankful that I fully remember why I started Thavin & Marcob and was reminded of the pure honest loving feeling that I have for my company.
I am only human, so I might just reach this point again some time in the future.
Although hopefully, it won't take a huge winter storm for me to realize this.
What did the winter storm teach you?
Thavin & Marcob is a place where you are celebrated for being you!