Last week, my mother sent me an e-mail directing me to an article she had posted on Facebook.
Ironically, the whole day went by before I had a chance to read it. Once I did, I knew I wanted to write about it and then, ironically a bunch of days went by before I even had a chance to write a blog post.
What I struggle with, of course, is finding the balance. There are weeks that go by when I have lots of time. I am an avid reader and, of late, an avid television watcher. Can we talk about Homeland for a minute, please? Truly incredible story telling and acting but I digress. There are weeks when I have time to do these things and I understand why I have volunteered for so much and then there are weeks when I can’t catch a moment to sit still.
I am in my 40s. One would hope that I would have figured this out by now but I feel like I am not even close. Although I suppose this is not entirely true. I know now what I want to be doing so this is a step in the right direction. I just haven’t figured out how to fit it all in. I haven’t figured out how to say no to the small stuff that seems like it won’t take any time but does. I haven’t figured out how to get off of Facebook quickly so that there is time for more meaningful pursuits. I haven’t figured out how to make use of the small snippets of time. I haven’t figured out how to acknowledge that there are not big chunks of time and I should embrace the small moments.
I guess I just need a little bit more time to understand it all…