Ah, home again after ten days at the beach. Until recently, I always dreaded the first hours back at home: dealing with the stacks of mail, the empty fridge, the phone messages (we’re terrible about picking them up when we’re away), the flood of emails, the sweltering heat of rooms that haven’t been airconditioned in days.
Recently, however, I realize that I actually enjoy the process of settling in.
For one thing, now that we build in time for getting organized at home, instead of rushing back from our holiday at the last possible minute, getting settled is much less horrible.
But it’s also a question of re-framing the re-entry.
I used this strategy today. Instead of saying to myself, as I used to do, “I hate dealing with a huge pile of mail,” I thought, “I love sorting through a huge pile of mail—throwing away the junk, looking for fun things like invitations or birth announcements, glancing at magazine covers. In ten minutes I can reduce a huge pile into a tiny stack.”
Instead of saying to myself, “Zoikes, look at this crushing number of emails,” I thought, “I can’t wait to see what’s waiting for me in these emails.”
It sounds ridiculously Pollyanna-ish, I know, but it’s the darndest thing – reframing actually works. All of a sudden, I did feel curious about my emails, I did get a zestful sense of accomplishment from throwing away 75 pounds of junk mail.
Unpacking five duffel bags of dirty, sandy laundry may not be quite as susceptible to re-framing, but I’m trying…