So, as you know, I started work three weeks ago. God arranged a great job for me – I’m never going to be bored, it’s very fast-paced, it’s close to my kids’ charter school, gets out the same time they do, they’re Christians… it’s a GOOD THING.
But hello, now I have 25 hours a week in my schedule in work mode. Plus whatever add’l time for getting work-gussied up and winding down. And I am NOT giving up on … anything? Well. A little housework (theoretically), but otherwise nothing!
Obviously that’s not true. I’m spending less time online (hello – not home) and in my desk chair generally (I get five hours in a row on my behind – my back needs a break). But I’m not giving up my book, my sewing, my lifting, my ministries, my life…. which means I’m full on crazypants and I need balance. (Some of that stuff IS my balance).
Since we’re all in different seasons of life, it makes me a bit grumpy when people compare my life with theirs as if it’s apples to apples. Don’t.
First, my kids are both physically bigger than I am. They can both cook. They both have house-chores (although they ARE teenagers, which means I have to make sure those things get done). This stage in life is highly valuable for THEM – because they’re getting a chance to take on more responsibility and learn how to do life things. And I need to learn to let them do their thing and not get in the way (that’s hard for me). So, being away is useful for everyone. Adjustments happening.
Second, I’m very conscious of the master priority list, and I stick to it. (I’ve written about this before). God first. Husband second. Kids third. Self fourth. Extended family next, then friends, then paid work and volunteering. I have to have this. I’m a squish, and I’d be running all over if I mixed this up and didn’t remind myself of it.
Third, I practice self-care. I know that I’m weak. Being almost-46, I know where I need bouying up, and what happens if I don’t do what needs doing. (Energy in youth is replaced with wisdom in age. Pity one can’t have both). The FIRST thing I do is pray. My schedule right now IS crazy, and without God, just – forget it.
But I could have said, “well, I’m working now, and I’m more tired. Why go to the gym?” Heck to the no. I’m fidgety and stiff and have been sitting entirely too much. I’m actually planning to hit the gym an extra day once I get sorted. And going to speak to my coach and pull the trigger on getting personalized programming for powerlifting/randomness. Know thyself – I know I don’t have the speed or flexibility to do Oly lifting much better than I do it now. But I’ve not reached peak strength. And heavy lifting clears my head. My body needs to be cared for – so, I’m caring for it.
I could have said, “I don’t have time for my hobbies”. Yeah. Maybe. But I get weird if I don’t create. So the sewing is slowed down, but still there. The baking is slowed down, but still there. My soul needs caring for, so I’m caring for it. I’m following up on some new opportunities opening up… it’s a good thing, even though I’m pretty sure I’m a loon.
And the writing is slowed down – but still there. The writing and eventually speaking are my Big Thing. The book is still a very big deal. No, I don’t have the time to crank 1000 words/day out right now. But I do have time to work on it, regularly. In fact, God shoved me to a local bakery between the kids’ school and my work where I can hang for the time between and get work done instead of wasting my time bopping back home. Guess who got gifted dedicated time every work day to keep moving? This gal. Yes, I’m spoilt so rotten I don’t even know how you can stand the smell. And DH bought a laptop for general purposes a couple of years back (God-cough-preparing-cough) so all I have to do is save the book to the cloud and.. yeah.
I *am* tired – more mentally than anything else. So if you don’t see me around, it’s because my former need for interaction which I was satisfying via internet is no longer a need. In fact, I’m tired-of-people and spending my evenings in my bedroom (where I don’t even have to listen to family noise) reading!
And now, it being the weekend before thanksgiving, and having had a mouse in my kitchen, there’s some cleaning to be done. Donning my headphones and getting off my behind again – which didn’t want sitting on anyway.