Funny, how when you have a million things to do all you can think about is how you wish you had time to do more fun and interesting things. I have this time now. It is not easy to manage. I have previously managed/organized/coordinated a business, employees, a house, renters, clients, interns, cleaning ladies, handy men, doctor's appts, a boat, a pool, a yard, cars, pets, clubs, boards, marriage and a several hundred more roles that I can't even think of right now all in the normal 24/7 hour time span.
But, throw me a day with no appointments and I am at a loss. It is overhelming and paralyzing at the same time. Boohoo. I know. Poor little, time-rich, girl with too many hours in the day. I used to say, "Wow, wonder what it would be like to be a housewife." Poof. My wish has come true. Now, I think I need a housewife coach. (I still have had no epiphanies with wanting to be a cleaning goddess..ever.)
Today, for instance, I have had a full day to do anything my heart desires AND in Australia. The weather is a lovely 70F and gorgeous blue skies. A list with about 40 "lovely things to do and see" sits on my desk. I am completely ovewhelmed with what to do. I should be writing. I should have already taken my walk. Nope. Sitting right on the computer, surfing the net, reading about Expatriotism, drinking a skim latte. Took two naps as well and read a book on "The Secret Life of Backpackers". Hilarious.
Maybe some days are just like that. Perhaps it's ok to just sit back and pick your nose as my dear friend Lise says. Just scratch your butt. Apologies for the visual. I think that is a huge problem being so busy in that the second you get time to do the really fun stuff, well, you fill it up and then your busy again. Whose tired of being busy? Well, me for one....doesn't matter if it is "work" busy or "fun" busy, we are all just too busy. I am not even sure I am enjoying myself when I am doing the "fun" busy stuff.
Yesterday, I walked two miles to my favorite library. Had a very relaxing time reading all the mags (they are excruciatingly expensive over here). Dined at the outdoor community centre cafe on salmon and rye. I just sat there and read until I got hungry again and had to order a cappucino and what they call a melting moment cookie. I took a cab home and talked the poor cabbies head off about his religion (Sikh). Took nap. Read. Walked to a pilates class and came home and did 20 laps in the pool. Sheer perfection. Not too much, not too little. I have to confess, I did have more on my list to do and see.
I am tired of living life by a checklist. Use to be on the Meyers Briggs that ENTJs were great leaders because they are people who got a lot of stuff done fast. I wonder if all us ENTJs should dip our toes in the ISFP pool. The exact opposite. I wont lie. It has been painful to try out those waters. I am grateful for the opportunity though. Certainly I will be a better person from it. See? Always trying to get the most out of an experience...sigh.
I solemnly swear, as of today, I vow to become more of a nose picker and butt scratcher...not simultaneously though because then that would be multitasking...another no-no.
Yes, think I will blow up my float and glide along this river instead swimming so friggin hard against the current. Yes, for sure. Latte, anyone?
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