I strive to keep my work life and my personal life separate, and for the most part I’m successful. But there have been a couple of times where I’ve been too successful, and managed to double-book myself with a work commitment at the same time as a personal commitment.
So it’s going to be a bit of frantic juggling at work today as I try to make this work. Because it’s not fair to my wife that work completely trump personal, and it’s entirely my fault that I double-booked. So it’s incumbent on me to figure out how to make this work.
Which is fine. And in a way, this is a sign of success, that I don’t have the reflex to make work a mental check-in before I make personal plans. If something’s on a Saturday, it’s mine. That’s the reflex. The reflex isn’t “well, let me think about whether I’m going to have to head into the office.”
I’m pretty happy about that on the whole. This is one of maybe three weekends a year that work intrudes. And I plumb forgot that those wires were crossing.
I sound pretty chill about this now — “I’ll handle it!” — but let me tell you, Operation Don’t Get Up was tested to the max when I realized this in a state of half-sleep at 3 a.m. My brain then started working on other worries… deadline stuff, the bathroom sink is clogged (!?!) and it was a great exercise in willpower just to lie there and try to not leap out of bed to start actively fretting.
So I laid in bed and quietly, passively fretted. And then ran!
It’ll be fine. Nobody’s gonna die. It’s just a good note that I really do need to be more mindful of work/life intersections when making plans.