Saturdays are for brunching. And crafting. And baking.
Today was one of those blessed days where I was able to do all of those things. Days like this do not come around often enough and that’s because I’ve bought into the lie that there’s not enough time to take care of myself and do things like this without feeling guilty. There are weeks where I pretend to be the martyr and sacrifice myself for the cause of fill in the blank here with whatever it is that I use as an excuse to not feed my soul. But then I’m grumpy and hangry and awful so everyone around me loses.
It feels like an epidemic that plagues us all, yes? Or is it just me?
I didn’t think so.
What would happen if we (yes, that includes you too) would take back our time and our lives? What would happen if we didn’t give into our kids every single want or need at the expense of our own sanity?
What if we (gasp!) didn’t worry about making sure that our kids weren’t always on all the right sports teams, dance teams, academic clubs, and after school activities? What would your kids teach you about themselves if you just watched them interact with the world in a slow, unhurried fashion?
What would happen if we just decide to take back our families? And our sanity?
I dare you to try it with me.
You might find time to learn a new hobby, or reconnect with your spouse over the things that made you love him in the first place. For me, 2015 is the ‘year of the margin’. Margin in my life to allow for time to read, to dream, to create, to cook, to hang with my family, to spend time with Chicken Little and Sweet Hubs. I’m two months into my ‘year of the margin’ and I’m finding it’s harder to do than I thought, to fight against the desire to always be so dang busy. It means I have to be intentional about how I spend my time and who I invite to spend it with me.
I am slowly learning that ‘busy’ is not an excuse, it’s a joy-stealer. And it’s a self-inflicted issue. Nobody is forcing me to be busy, it is something I am doing ever-so-willingly (whether I’ll ever admit to that or not is still up for debate.)
There is no shame in Me Time. You should try it. Often.
Until then, I’ll be here devouring these delicious Coffee Cake Muffins and watching Veggie Tales with Chicken Little.