You know that feeling of being so overwhelmed that you forget to breathe, that’s me today.
It’s a day (well really couple days) that I’m reminded how fragile life is and how much I should value it.
Yesterday a co-worker’s mother died. Early this morning one of my family members died. And another member of our small features staff had surgery today as well.
I’m co-chair on a committee here at the paper that is to help direct the future of our coverage and tackling how we better serve and reach readers in all of our platforms — print newspaper, website, smartphones and tablets. We have sessions all day tomorrow and every day next week we are expected to be in.
The features department is putting the final touches on Discover Magazine this week. This publication is what goes to places like the visitor’s center, malls and other businesses as well as being distributed in the paper that talks about all Evansville and the surrounding area has to offer. It is a big undertaking each year.
I have all the the stories I’m expected to do on a weekly basis as well as two Mother’s Day stories that need to be done.
And I have a husband and toddler I hope to actually see at some point.
It is so easy to be overwhelmed when I think about all that I have going on, especially in light of several key players in my department gone, and the fact that I’m going to be out of the office to be with family to grieve a life taken way too soon.
But this is all nothing. I can’t begin to imagine the feelings that my cousin’s family is going through right now. His parents and sister are devastated. The pain and suffering is unimaginable.
My momentary feelings of being in over my head are just a grain of sand in the extreme breach of emotions felt by my family and the others experiencing loss.
Before I received that phone call I was easily consumed by the “oh my goodness I will never get all this done” feeling. After getting the phone call about my cousin’s tragic and unexpected death I was quickly put in my place.
The stories will get done. If I have to miss a committee meeting, they will survive just fine without me. And while I may miss putting Miles to bed a few nights, I don’t think he will hold it against me too long.
I just have to remember to breathe.