Hello, everyone, and happy Wednesday! We’re coming up on the last day of March (man, that went fast <–you’ll see what I did there in a minute ;]) Today I want to get into a topic that is all too familiar with yours truly, and I don’t think I’m the only one that’s been living this way.
What a load of hippy dippy bologna. Seriously! I’m through with turning in early, skipping my workouts, not playing with my daughters outside, and refusing to get uncomfortable (or in this case, tired) for the things I want in life.
I’m sick of saying that I don’t have time.
Isn’t it funny how the things we say we don’t have time for, are usually the things we say we want in life?
“I wish I had time to workout for a healthy, strong body.”
“I wish I had time to spend with my parents. I haven’t seen them in weeks.”
“I wish I had time to take Sparky to the dog park.”
“I wish I had time to take college courses to get into a better field.”
“I wish I had time to make some real friends so I wouldn’t feel so lonely all the time.”
“I wish I had time to read more books.”
“I wish I had time to spend with my spouse. We always find an excuse to skip date night.”
“I wish I had time to work on my business so I could quit my 9-5 that is literally sucking out my will to live.”
If during the moments where I wish for more hours in the day, I could take all of my time spent putzing around and apply it directly to those areas, I’d be going to bed at night with the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction that I sincerely want.
I think most of us would agree that time goes fast. This year I’ll be turning 24 years old (I remember being really little and thinking that 8 years old, was SO old!). It also marks 4 years of marriage to my hunky hubby. My 2 year old baby girl is talking back to me (sometimes sassy, most times, sweet). My littler one is already half a year old. We’re 2 years into our first home. I’m (collectively) 10 years into photography.
Time moves so fast. Sometimes, I feel like it’s passing me by. And if that’s the case, it’s my fault. It’s my responsibility to make the most of my days, because every single one is a gift that we are NOT entitled to. And because my day is my life. If I’m not making the time, I’m wasting my day, And if I’m wasting my day, I’m wasting my gift of life.
Today, when Nick was on his way home, I realized that I hadn’t started anything for dinner, the house was kind of a mess, and my 2 year old was BEGGING (with big crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks) to go outside. It was such a beautiful evening, and I kicked myself for not preparing better so we could get out there and not worry about other obligations. But, sometimes we don’t get it right, and there are days when we get so caught up in the hustle that we forget to spend time with the ones that mean the most.
I made the executive decision of playtime in the beautiful, bright spring evening even though my nonessential obligations tugged me the other way. And you know what? My heart is so happy.
20 years from now, when our daughters are navigating their lives without us, I’m not gonna stress about missing a night of chores while Isla meandered around the house and Esme chilled in her infant seat, both wanting to spend time with mama. I’m gonna think about the beautiful memories we chose to make.
And 20 years from now, I want my daughters to feel secure in the knowledge that time for them always took priority. That they are so loved by their mamabear, and I care about my relationships with them.
So let’s stop living the lie that we don’t have time to get out and play, that we don’t have time to stay up a little later and work for our dreams, that we don’t have time to organize our homes and get our chores done, that we don’t have time to work out, that we don’t have time to romance our spouses by giving them a much-needed foot rub while the mountain of dishes needed washing (because THAT, my friend, can wait for days in this house).
It’s a balancing act at times, and decisions are made in the budget of time, but that’s why we get the second chance of tomorrow.
And while we’ve still got a breath in our lungs, we do have the time.
I hope all of you have a fantastical Wednesday! Peace out, cub scout! :)