Homey just wrote about overwhelmed, but yesterday, I was frazzled. It’s not the same. My appointment was canceled and rescheduled, I was behind on my blog posts and everything else, Marge broke her arm and I needed to walk her dog for her, I was on the phone trying to get something straight with a lady, and my wife came in and started writing me a note. I threw my hand up in the air and waggled it at her but she kept writing.
All my structure was falling apart, too many things were happening at once. I wanted to throw both hands up in the air and waggle them and scream. But I didn’t. I finished the phone call and looked at the note. Funny, the urgent note was my wife telling me that the lady I was just talking to wanted me to call her. That was fine, but I wasn’t any less frazzled.
Unsettled, agitated, spinning, jittery, disorganized, disconbobulated – frazzled.
John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, once said, and I paraphrase, “I’m really busy today. I’ll have to take an extra hour of prayer.”
So there was all this stuff I need to get done, and I was frazzled. I stopped and had my quiet time. It worked. I wasn’t frazzled anymore. I’m not saying I was great, just that I wasn’t frazzled.
- Recognize that you’re frazzled.
- In this example, I stopped and did my quiet time. I think taking a walk outdoors probably would’ve worked too.
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