I struggle with trying to tow the line of writing and sharing, and putting away the laptop to enjoy my life. I think we all do.
I work 40+ hours a week at a desk job. Then I try to commit 5-10 hours a week to my blog. Add housework at 5 hours, errands and groceries at 5 hours, Girl Scouts at another 5, and friends and family and ….. I hit 90 hours pretty quickly. And I like 9 hours of sleep a night. And time to just watch tv and scroll through Facebook.
Oh and let us not forget that I need to workout. That I need to feed my body and soul. Basically things start to slide when I have more obligations.
The things that slide are my personal things, my blog, my workouts, my reading a book. So this website doesn’t get stories shared. My legs don’t get moved.
It’s a frustrating dance.
Oh but the worst culprit is when I go out to get blog content. when I go out to meet with people and friends and to have fun. Then my blog time is fun time that the blog doesn’t get done for a while.
So this is a plea and a statement that I’m spinning my wheels in chaos and that this year I am making a deeper commitment to myself.
I’m committing to my goals and my blog and the gym and to not doing anything when I damn well please.
I’m committing to pumping the brakes to watch Deadpool with my husband and to go to bed at 7 when I want to.
You should too.
Because when you don’t live an actual life. When you are so tied to and tired from commitments you can’t breath. You can’t share an honest or reflective piece. You can’t thrive.
Think of the Marie Kondo trend of getting rid of stuff and apply it to living. Decide what is fulfilling, choose what enhances your joy. Clean houses are great, less stuff is great, but loving your family and your existence is so much better. The truth is that simplifying and organizing needs to stretch beyond your closet and into your life.
Have your kids select only one or two extracurricular activities. No one needs five. Pick one book club and enjoy it. Choose days every week to see friends. Assign jobs to your kids and partner. Don’t try to be Superman/woman/Martha Stewart, because you can’t.
You Can’t. And it’s not fair to think you have to be.
Here’s the truth, the world won’t end if you don’t have a clean house. The world won’t end if your kid isn’t doing something every minute. The world won’t end if your husband has to wash his own socks. And it won’t end if you take an hour each day to do what you want in life. Or don’t, just watch a stupid sitcom. Just live.
Live your life. Live your life. Live your life.