The Parody Of Unfettered Living.

Day5 Unfettered living.

Having toiled valiantly in conquering the resistance to planning, I finally embarked on the noble endeavor of work. Following Demir’s sagacious counsel, I endeavored to locate a pampering sanctuary – a task akin to a mission of extraordinary difficulty. Alas, my inner Auntie Acid promptly raised objections, bemoaning the extravagant expenditure, predicting the eatery’s objections, and decrying the potential blockade of the chosen locale.

Having subdued these inner naysayers, I settled upon my posterior and set about unraveling the intricacies of the situation. First and foremost, I delved into the enigma of leverage – realizing that my to-do list had proven ineffective as I failed to harness it to my advantage. By leverage, I mean altering the query:

What do I gain from planning? It dawned upon me that planning, far from being a mere inventory of tasks, unveiled the treacherous terrain of pitfalls and obstacles.

What did planning afford me? Freedom – a sense of liberation from constraints, a state of being UNFETTERED, precisely what I sought. I discerned the need for a grander vision, a holistic plan dissected into manageable weekly capsules, with Monday bearing the initial brunt. Surprisingly, with calibrated calendar planning, this seemed to unfold effortlessly. Scrolling through the antics and antiquities of the bygone fortnight found me neglecting to block my Calendly, plunging me back into disarray.

Commencing my weekly plan with a reflection on the prior week’s lessons – this became a deliberate practice to harvest wisdom. Recognizing that much energy was squandered in countering the actions of others, I resolved to practice what I preached. Navigating through the actions of those diligently pursuing their own paths, I pondered why I felt triggered. Anger, I realized, was a manifestation of self-love; irritation arose when boundaries were trespassed. Feeling threatened meant ceding power to others.

To regain my footing, an odd term for one aspiring to be unfettered, ‘STRUCTURE’ emerged as the solution. Despite my initial resistance, viewing structure as synonymous with control and limitation, it paradoxically granted me freedom. By erecting boundaries, I could escape the doldrums of self-pity guilt, shame, and blame. A weekly review underscored the imperative of altering my approach by posing different questions, voicing commitments, and articulating availability.

What wizardry did I cease, enabling me to achieve such marvels? It was the art of scheduling and consolidating—transporting one offspring to the schoolhouse and, in that interim, nourishing the second scion, thereafter escorting the latter to the hallowed halls of education. This delightful orchestration bestowed upon me the grand boon of temporal leverage. I even managed to attend to sundry odd tasks with a sprightly spirit!.

The most splendid tonic for easing the burdens of life happened to be our monthly venture into the world of grocery shopping. On the final Saturday of the month, we embarked on this culinary odyssey, followed by a delightful dinner out. This strategic move granted us the entirety of Sunday to stow away the newly acquired provisions with a light heart and untroubled mind.

In moments of falling short of aspirations, the sagacious counsel echoes, “When you falter in your pursuit of goals and dreams, inquire whether it’s your mindset, perspective, expectations, effort, approach, acceptance, company, or a fusion of these that requires modification.”

yours unfettered

Lady Agatha Ironside.