I am a fierce believer in “better late than never.” I’m guilty of giving belated gifts, cards and now, photos. I’m not lazy, just overextended and overcommitted. The typical dilemma of one who always has too much to do. In fact, I read an article the other day that claimed some women LIKE to feel stressed and overworked.
Not me. I swear. Feeling overworked is not part of living for my highest self.
Which is why I’m searching for a balance. Scaling back, saying no. Even when I wish I could bury my nose into Google Reader and visit every blog I love, I cannot. Meanwhile, there is laundry begging to be washed, tea ready to be sold, pictures waiting to be posted.
And it’s okay.
I’m okay with it, that endless list of things to do. The only way I can navigate the day without carrying a constant burden of stress on my shoulders is to live in the present moment.
When I am nursing my daughter, I am nursing my daughter. I am not planning or problem solving.
When I am cooking dinner, I am cooking dinner. I am not making business calls.
When I am working, I am working. I am not checking Facebook or scrounging in the kitchen.
When I am exercising, I am exercising. I am not worrying about my to do list.
When I am walking, I am walking. I am not budgeting or brainstorming.
When I am playing with my kids, I am playing with my kids. I am not reading or watching a movie.
Not to say that I am perfect, but I do have ideals. I have big dreams and I have children to raise. I have milestones and birthdays and Spring holidays to celebrate.
Easter 2011 was an idyllic holiday. We dyed eggs and early on Easter morning, I pranced around our yard, barefoot and in my bathrobe, playing Easter bunny and rejoicing in the wet, cool grass between my toes. I got to watch my little guy delight in hunting for eggs and I got to dress up my baby girl in fancy pastel-pink clothes.
The bunny even hid a wicker white Easter basket with chocolate and presents for everyone. Heaven.