I recently told my husband that I think I’m easygoing now.
“Poof!” he said with a wave an imaginary magic wand followed by copious laughter. I can’t blame him for thinking I was joking. I don't think my name and the word "laidback" have ever shared a sentence.
Everything is alright.
Lately, I’m not exhausting myself and, even better, I don’t find myself exhausting.
I haven’t been able to locate my tendency to get worked up. I keep expecting to find it at the end of a grueling day, or when I run into a mountain of chores, but it’s not there. I’ve even stopped describing my days as grueling and making my chores into mountains. They’re just days and chores. Just life, neither overwhelming or panic-inducing.Read More