Getting Off the Treadmill (Without Going off the Grid)

I despair.

It’s work.

Understand, I love my job. I’m outside all day, with my plants, doing my thing, and mostly talking people’s heads off. What’s not to love?

But, here’s my despair. I have discovered the timeless truth of the treadmill. And, I am on it.

I talked non-stop with Debbie N, (that, I-think-I’m-having-a-nervous-break-down,  talking) for an hour, yesterday. She was standing in line at Moe’s ordering burritos for take-out supper. Chicken and rice, if you’re wondering. Having to do the whole ordering and paying thing while on her smart phone with her hysterical friend. Mouthing, “yes, large tea” (sweet, it’s the south), and gesturing “yes, extra chips, yes extra sour cream,” to the Moe’s folks with the phone cupped between chin and shoulder. It’s what we women do. I could hear “Welcome to Moe’s!” being shouted in the background.

By the time she got home with supper, I was going to empty my savings, pack a few belongings in the car, and Thelma and Louise style, just start driving. I was thinking west coast, because that just sounds so good when you’re running away.

Which is what being on a treadmill does to you. It makes you want to run away.

Now, that I’ve calmed down considerably, two or three Xanax later (But really, who’s counting?), I am pondering the whole treadmill thing from a much more laid back perspective. Say man, what do you think about the treadmill of life? (Kidding, it’s the Xanax talking.) One major thought popped up.

When I moved to Brevard, almost two years ago, I told the Lord that I would work 24.7 if that was what was needed. Newly divorced, newly employed, and newly responsible for the household and kid, I was typical Cinthia. Extreme, determined, and way too prideful to ask anyone for help. You know, the whole bootstrap mentality. 

2 years later, and completely exhausted, here’s what I’m realizing. It isn’t my job to work 24.7. It is the Lord’s. If anybody is on the ole’ treadmill, the Lord is. I mean, look at his job. He keeps the whole world cruising along every day, all day, with no sleep, and no help. Now, that is a treadmill deal. If he stops, it all stops. Meaning, he  is in control, and I’m not.

And, isn’t that where the treadmill lie originates? We’re stressed because we’ve convinced ourselves that the world rests on us. If we stop, it all stops?

Sometimes, I  want to be a teenager again. Back home in my room, staring out my window, gabbing on the phone, mom making dinner and dad hanging out with her. Because then, I wasn’t the one responsible for it all.

But, here’s the takeaway. I’m not the one responsible for it all now. So, when I feel like I am running on that treadmill of life and work again, I need to step off, and say, “Sorry, Lord, it’s all yours.” Because it is.

PS Kidding about the Xanax, it’s Klonopin. 🙂

4 thoughts on “Getting Off the Treadmill (Without Going off the Grid)

  1. Thanks for the reminder…and here ya go (our Friend is Jesus! but Girlfriends come in a close second!)

    “You’ve Got A Friend”

    When you’re down and troubled and you need a helping hand
    and nothing, whoa, nothing is going right.
    Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there
    to brighten up even your darkest nights.

    You just call out my name, and you know where ever I am
    I’ll come running to see you again.
    Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call and I’ll be there, yeah, yeah,
    you’ve got a friend.

    If the sky above you should turn dark and full of clouds
    and that old north wind should begin to blow,
    keep your head together and call my name out loud.
    Soon I will be knocking upon your door.
    You just call out my name, and you know where ever I am
    I’ll come running to see you again.
    Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call and I’ll be there.

    Hey, ain’t it good to know that you’ve got a friend? People can be so cold.
    They’ll hurt you and desert you. Well, they’ll take your soul if you let them,
    oh yeah, but don’t you let them.

    You just call out my name, and you know where ever I am
    I’ll come running to see you again.
    Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call, Lord, I’ll be there, yeah, yeah,
    you’ve got a friend. You’ve got a friend.
    Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend. Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend.
    Oh, yeah, yeah, you’ve got a friend.
    –James Taylor lyrics

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