It’s a quiet Sunday morning. But not really, because we’ve got 6 kids under 7 running around at the moment.
Here, at my parents’ house, my mom’s cooking waffles, and frying turkey bacon. The smell of my brother’s hot, home-roasted-and-ground coffee is wafting through the house (and hopefully soon into my cup).
It’s simple and crazy and messy and chill and so full of life. And I’m thinking about how grateful I am for this time.
You ever have moments like that? Where your busy life stops just long enough for you to really see it and think “Whoa. What a beautiful mess this is…”?
Right now is that time in my corner of this world. It’s time that I didn’t have a week ago. It’s time that I created.
Well, sort of.
Since we live in France now, we’re just visiting the United States. We’re supposed to fly back to Paris tomorrow. Which means, today was supposed to be pre-travel day. Which means no chill.
But that felt bad. So busy. Because ever since we arrived in the U.S. 2 weeks ago, I’ve been working non-stop on filming CORECARE.
I’m on one of my two trips back this year to see my people, and I’ve got my face in my laptop every chance I get. No friends, little family.
This hasn’t feel good, of course, but I didn’t have any other choice, right? We had our return flight reservations booked and (long story, but trust) they’re a logistical nightmare to change.
I was lamenting over this on the phone with my husband, when he made a suggestion: “why don’t you stay in the US longer?”
Why? Oh, I’ll tell you why! [Proceeds to list 12 reasons, including airplane-flight-logistical issues, airline-change-fee issues, keeping-toddler-out-of-school-longer issues, work-deadline-related issues… you get the point. Mad issues.]
My husband listens, totally unphased.
Then it hit me: maybe he’s right. Maybe — gasp! — I’m making these issues up (or, at least making them a lot harder than they need to be).
And here’s when I remembered a rule that I call the “No-Time Myth”…
The No-Time Myth is the idea that when we think we don’t have enough time for something, we’re just really spending it on something else.
So, this firmly in mind, I softened a little. Took a deep breath. Let my shoulders drop. I SIMPLIFIED and called bulls–t, on myself. And decided it might be worth the hassle. Even of calling the airline.
(Then, he totally called the airline and took care of all of it for me. Ahhh.)
Truth is, we get to choose how we spend the time that we have, and that choice can give us more of the time that we want.
Of course, this is not always an easy fit. Or the cheapest choice. Or even the one that seems to “make sense”… except to your heart.
But your heart knows the answers. Your heart knows where your peace lives, even when stress makes it hard to find.
For me, following my heart (and listening to my husband) means that I’ve now got another week to do what matters the most.
Over the next 7 days, I’m still gonna’ work a little, and I’ll certainly “mom it” 24/7, but I’ll also hug and talk and laugh and play and BE with my friends and family.
That right there is a crucial piece of our own care.
So, now it’s your turn:
* What do you need more time to do?
* What are ALL of the options that could give you that space? What can you reschedule? What can you delegate? What can you delete altogether from your mental must-do list?
*Are you overcomplicating the issue, too? What is one simpler option?
Consider choosing simple.
“More time” is a trap.
We all get caught up in it every now and then, but remember: you don’t have to live there.