I have got to remember: it’s all about balance. Last night, I was a scattered jumble of nerves for no good reason. I’d had a great day with all my boys and there was absolutely no reason for the anxiety I felt at bedtime. There it was though, sure enough. I felt like I could jump out of my skin.
Those of you who know me know I have gotten into photography. Looking at my life through that viewfinder or LCD screen has lent a lot of positive perspective on the things that are good in my life. How many pictures had I taken yesterday? Not a single one.
I also love crochet. I recently unloaded a ton of my yarn as part of the “get rid of what isn’t needed” project, but I’ve still got tons of it left to work with. Rather than picking up the project most pressing, I’d started a brand new one yesterday afternoon.
That morning routine? Yeah, yesterday morning, it was a hurried jumble of mess. I haven’t done my yoga in a week, probably, and yesterday morning in particular was rushed trying to get out the door with the boys to get them to Bible school (secretly, I can’t stand shortening it to VBS).
I read some of the online musings I routinely visit yesterday, but it was midday before any of those daily readings happened. The point is, without that morning routine I wrote about a little while ago, I’m just lost. And at the end of the day, I can feel like a jittery jumble of skin-crawling I-don’t-know-what if I don’t adhere to my sleep and morning routines. The sleep part, ironically, has been fine.
And that cleaning out project? It has got to continue with gusto. I felt so “together,” so peaceful, in the days after the room repurposes and rearrangements and after I got a ton of clothes out of my possession.
So today, art, cleaning, and yoga are on the agenda in between baby and child-oriented duties. Carving out time for the activities that make me feel more like me and less like just a Mom is essential and my whole family would be better served if I remember and act on it far more often.