I’m good at that. Rushing around, gotta do this, gotta do that, yep I can squeeze that in here or there. I don’t need time to breathe or relax or recoup. But is that really true? No. Sometimes I can keep myself so busy with busyness that I forget I need to slow my roll for a day or so but it always catches up with me. Eventually I find myself feeling like I’m exhausted and unable to focus. I realize I’m not really enjoying myself, everything is now just becoming a chore. Ever feel that way? What I wouldn’t give for a vacation or a night off or a little pampering or a nap? I do. Too often I do. Guess this old dog is getting to learn a new trick. . .
You know what I’m learning? When I slow down, when I try not to go, go, go 7 days a week. When I make a conscientious choice to limit my activities to what I can actually, reasonably do-I enjoy the things I do more. Now some things I can’t stop. I still have to work Monday through Friday. But I don’t have to take care of everyone and everything all the time. If I can’t watch the grandkids today, my son and daughter-in-law will find someone else who can. If I can’t make it to the store today I’ll find something else to make for dinner, I’ll figure it out. They’ll figure it out. I’m not the sun. The world doesn’t revolve around me taking care of it. I’m a better Meema, a better mother, a better wife when I take the time to smell the roses. Remember that Mac Davis song? He was my childhood crush. But he was also onto something there. I think that in this day and age we’ve forgotten that. We’ve forgotten that for millennia people took a day off each week, they spent a day resting and recovering from their busy week.
They didn’t travel at 65-90 mph or more, they took time to travel and enjoy the scenery, visit with friends and family and they worked together to resolve any problems that occurred along the way. Moral of this part of the story-I’m not Wonder Woman. My hips are too big, my chest too small to fill out that suit. And I get sick when I spin so no way could I spin fast enough to put that suit on. But I try. What about you?
For the next few weeks I’m going to commit myself to taking a day off each week. That means I’ll have to plan my other days to make sure I get everything done that needs done. But I’m worth it. I started this yesterday and you know what I found . . .I felt like I could actually breathe. One day of not going and doing and being for everyone else and I was able to breathe.
I heard someone once say “I’m tired of being a human doing, I want to be a human being.” Amen!! It’s time to learn to be a human being again.