The Daily Postscript

It happens that no matter how much you organize and manage the day, it still goes beyond the brim. I am not one to complain on this but yesterday it got to a point that I felt I have to stop for a minute and breathe. I was staring at my calendar, my eyes running down what I have to accomplish within the timeline that I have set. It felt like each entry, each line have their own set of eyes glaring back at me begging to be prioritized. It's that kind of moment when you just have to take them all in. You feel stumped but you cannot stay stumped for long, not even for a minute.

Quite automatically, I did a little Julie Andrews to get my groove back and get it back fast. Remember she sung with Liezl, the eldest among the Von Trapp children, to simply remember her favorite things when the dog bites, when the bee stings, when she's feeling sad. In this case, it's not about sadness but an overwhelming feeling thinking about my concerns, professionally and personally.

I washed my face. It could help clear my thoughts and bring my feet back on the ground. Looking at my own reflection, I was thinking of any one thing that I would appreciate about myself at that very moment. It should make me feel good.

As I was facing the mirror my eyes darted on my hair. Hey, I like my most recent hair color. As my husband says, it looks more professional. I avoided the highlights this time and considered a dark brown hue. I like it. I love the way it glows specially under the light. That made me feel better.

Shallow escape? No. For one thing, there is nothing to escape. It's stopping for even a minute to appreciate myself better. My own version of smelling the flowers.