Waiting for the Catch
28 Days of Asking: Day 10
Tuesday. Gym at sunrise. DMV. Dentist. Client Calls. Outreach. Team meetings. The kind of day where you don’t stop moving until you look up and realize it’s almost over.
I’m writing this while wrapping up work, about to head to the JCC to pick up the boys from flag football. They’ve got Tuesday nights on the field now. I’ve got the sidelines and the car ride home.
I miss playing. BBYO games in high school. Intramurals at UT. Those young professional leagues where you’d show up after work and run around like it still mattered. Now I just get to drop dimes to my little wide receivers when we’re messing around. Different kind of good. But I still miss the version where I was the one running routes.
Day 10: When things are going well, do I let myself have it?
Today was a good day. Actually good. Not pushing-through good. Not holding-my-breath good. Real momentum that showed up and stayed.
Part of it was the dental visit. I’ve got a tooth with resorption—look it up if you want a fun rabbit hole—and it’s coming out next month. But today they treated the infection around it, and there’s something about addressing a thing you’ve been carrying that lightens the whole system. Relief isn’t just emotional. It’s physical. I could feel it in my shoulders.
Part of it was just the day clicking. The same full schedule that buries you one week carries you the next. Today it carried me.
But here’s what I’m noticing: when things go well, I don’t always let myself have it.
There’s a part of me that starts scanning for what’s about to go wrong. Waiting for the bill. Hedging against my own good day like it’s something I’ll have to pay back later.
I’m trying to just let today be today. Not a setup. Not borrowed time. Just a Tuesday where things worked and I got to be in it.
So I’m curious: When things are going well, do I let myself have it?
Not just notice it. Not just appreciate it in passing. But actually receive it. Let it land. Stop bracing.
If you’re following along, check in. When was the last time something went well and you let yourself feel it fully? Or did part of you hold back, waiting for the catch?
