Wrangler Dani

Writer, editor, wife, adoptive mama and cowgirl living in beautiful Central Oregon.

Can you ever just be whelmed?

I am.

I am totally, completely, utterly, 100% WHELMED.

I am tired of answering questions, I am tired of getting up early, I am tired of to-do lists, I am tired of talking.  It’s in this moment, when I look at my saggy face in the mirror and can’t find the prettiness there, or when I cry for the hundredth time with my very understanding fiance and just wish we had eloped, when the whelming is especially horrible.  It’s not insurmountable, I do laugh occasionally, and there are certainly worse fates than spending my waking hours deciding on flowers and cupcakes and hair-dos.

The worst part of it is that normal life still goes on while I feel whelmed. I still have to work every day, Rocky needs a Smog Check, I need to vote, weight needs to be lost, and laundry is piling along with the bills.

Why can’t there be a “whelm button” to just let the tide go out a little, grant me a breath and then come back.  C’mon, God, don’t you think that’s a good solution?

2 comments found

  1. Hang in there, honey. The whelming will end eventually. (And I think we should invent a whelm button for those of us completely fed up with jobs, weddings, or other things that are SUPPOSED to bring us joy.)

    P.S.: After months of whelming, I can tell you that my wedding day was precious. And PERFECT. There is hope.

  2. “whelmed” the state of pre-anxiety that rests perfectly between “operating at 100% capacity” and “maxxed out”.
    yes.
    maxxed out = overwhelmed.

    Still digging your blog.

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