I like to think about what my perfect day contains.
If I had a daily routine, what would I schedule?
Instead of trying to master a sequence because my current life as a wife and mother is not conducive to schedules, I list everything I want to do:
2. Laugh with my family.
3. Sell some tea.
6. See a friend.
Tonight, as the first Monday of November concludes, I am filled with nuts, chocolate, fruit, hot tea and a squirming baby in my belly. I have a day under my belt that included (almost) all of these things, multiply #6 by two, subtract the exercise part and add something else of value: I cooked from scratch a big pot of organic soup. My pickiest eater asked for seconds and then thirds.
Maybe it’s idealistic to expect that every day can be as well-rounded as today, but shouldn’t that be the goal? Shouldn’t we fill most days with that which buoys our spirits?
This list is not exhaustive. I love to walk in the forest and make art with my children and cook dinner for my family and do things that scare me. In fact, if I added another line to the list, it would be that. I would do something that scares me on my perfect day, either a little bit or a lot. I would be vulnerable and brave.
It’s a life worth living.
Each day matters.
There are no do-overs.