When my 12th grade English teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I jokingly said something about living in an old VW bus on Huntington Beach. The wrinkles in his face deepened and he wisely responded, "If you don't take hold of life, it will take hold of you."
Lately, I've found this to be especially true. Instead of taking control of each day with purpose and a plan, life has attacked me in the face at seven a.m. in the form of a one and three-year-old crying and whining for breakfast and a diaper change. I have felt anxiety, stress, and been far less effective as a mom and as a business owner. I kept thinking that more frozen meals from Costco would do the trick, but, much to my dismay, dinner ain't my only problem.
Not surprisingly, (since women are the ones who really rule
the world households) Jared has felt the same way. Last night we both recognized the dissonance we've been trying to unsuccessfully resolve independently. After five minutes of discussion we figured it out. Yeah, we're a pretty stellar team.
Excuse me for the trite 7 Habits reference, but remember that analogy where you put you try to put the small rocks in a mason jar first and then there are no room for the big rocks, but if you put the big rocks in first then the small ones fit too? Well, we realized that our big rocks have been going in last. Actually, it's more like our medium-sized rocks have been going in first, the things that are a priority, but not most essential, leaving no room for the most important things that make life meaningful.
We, naturally, made a list of "rocks" and then prioritized them, but I think what we did after that was just as important. We talked about the cornerstones for a good day and how we can make every day a little bit better. Here are a few things we came up with:
We started our new "initiatives" immediately, going to sleep at ten and waking up at six. Solomon was on to our plan at 5:58 and started bouncing around in his crib, but we just put him in his high chair, put some cereal in front of him and started our routine. By 6:30 we were all out the door and on our way to the park for a brisk walk. Jared and I talked about what we had read that morning as we watched the sun peak over the mountains. We made it to the park for a quick play date before Jared left for the day.
Somewhere along the way I felt all of the anxiety that I've felt for months slowly leave my body and the fogginess that's clouded my mind clear. I'm not sure if it was the smell of the poppies and peonies as we walked or the peace I felt inside from talking to God first thing in the morning, but the contrast was palpable.
I feel ready to take on the world again, which is good because it's coming on strong right now. In fact, I feel about as happy as Solomon was when Jared graduated. (Can you believe that face?! Or the arm?!)
What do you do to keep life from getting the best of you?