This morning in my inbox sat a mail which was written just for me. But I am sure Mel Robbins’ million’s of fans all felt the same.
Every year from March through to May, the dreaded season approaches. And it’s the same same every year, in fact this year might just have been the worst bout. The season that leaves me run down, aching, tired, difficulty eating and sleeping, nausea, headaches, sore throat, yes in some cases perhaps even delirious…… Awards Season!
4 Award events
4 uber trips
4 outfits to plan
More like checking my rotation schedule of which dress I wore to which event in which year so that they appear to be new.
40 late nights
Ah, you thought this was a typo and should say 4. Well clearly you were a guest and not an organiser. It’s at least 40, plus weekends and all the public holidays that ever existed which happen to fall between the months of March and April, which are more of a irritation than anything as it’s adds more pressure for the printers and couriers and suppliers. Damn you inconvenient public holidays. Which reminds me, I wonder if I can put in a request to HR to take my public holidays later in the year, post award season?
4 sets of certificates
4 sets of seating plans!
And the thing that trips us up right at the end, the last hurdle before the finishing line……
“no carbs” because you don’t like how they make you fat is not a dietary requirement. Nor is “no dairy” because you read last week on that Facebook post Suzie shared that it causes bloating and can lower your immune system so now you have switched from all full fat Dairy to soy only products until that is, you watch the Netflix documentary on how much land soy farmers need to produce it and it’s full of GMO or IDK. When you are dealing with 500 guests, unless it is a strict religious requirement, or has the ability to kill you or at the very least land you in hospital, then I don’t want to know about it. Suck it up and eat it or push it aside. We are not hosting a dinner party for 12. And trust me, after your 3rd glass of wine, you will forget carbs are the enemy and polish off all the bread on the table with thick butter. No? Really? So that’s Just me then?
And while I am on my soapbox, not RSVP’ing is not an RSVP.
répondez s’il vous plaît
The term “RSVP” comes from the French expression répondez s’il vous plaît, meaning “please respond.”
If RSVP is written on an invitation, it means the host has requested that the guest respond to say if they plan to attend the party or not. So in actual fact when we say Please RSVP, we are being super polite and asking twice.
Please please respond. It’s practically begging people.
Be nice. Don’t be an arse. Please please respond.
So I happen to check my inbox and there was an email from my new hero Mel Robbins Does your routine need a refresh?
Um hell yeah.
During Awards Season I can’t maintain my perfectly carved out morning routine which leaves me frustrated and feeling like a failure. But Mel’s email was a great reminder of something I keep forgetting about.
Flexibility and change.
Nothing is cast in stone. Nothing is forever. Adapt it for Awards season. Simplify it until things are back to normal then beef it up. And don’t beat yourself up about it.
So on the morning after the final event I didn’t set my alarm. I slept in. Took it easy, had a great breakfast and enjoyed my morning sans routine.
However I forgot to adjust it the following day. Fail! Woke up late and it was a manic dash to get the kids ready and at school. Oops.
Perfectly Sorted as usual