Taking a break

Think taking a break is wasting time? Not necessarily…

This year I’ve taken the time to breathe a little bit more than I have in the past few years. Responsibilities to work, organizations, and projects take so much attention and often feel like the most important thing at any given time.  I can’t let anyone down!

But, while am I so worried about letting others down, I end up letting the most important people down. Namely taking one-on-one time to reconnect with my husband when he’s actually home. Or what about just taking care of myself?

Sometimes you HAVE to take a break to realize doing so isn’t “wasting time.” It can be, instead, the most precious and important time you spend all week. (Cue “Cat’s In The Cradle” right about now?)

I would not deny that my husband and I probably eat out way more than we should. We could save money eating at home, sure. But its when we go out to eat that we sit across from each other and talk. If I cook at home, we inevitably sit in front of the TV and watch it instead. Then we clear the plates away and dive into our computers. Are we getting things done? Yes. Is it important stuff? Yes. Are we connecting? Not really.

So I’d rather “waste money” and “waste time” traveling to and from a restaurant to sit for an hour to talk without interruption. To catch up. The check in with each other.

We all have responsibilities. Work makes sure the bills are paid. Organizations are so important to so many of us. We need to finish this next big project. But its okay to take a moment, look around, and remember WHY you do everything you do. Don’t forget to take a break for a few minutes today. You just might end up feeling more motivated.

The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.
Bertrand Russell

Daylight

I put daylight as the second photo prompt of #MusWidNov2015 because we just “fell back.” With this change, if you’re a night owl like me, your chances to see any daylight are slim these days.

With this photo prompt, I’ve had the Rascal Flatts song, “Prayin’ For Daylight” in my head all day.

I’ve gotten better about it, but when I first got married and moved to Nashville, I found myself waiting for daylight to go to bed. All alone for days at a time, while my husband was out on the road touring, I found a level of safety to sunlight. I didn’t mind (much) the noises of our apartment complex, letting any hammering, mowing, or traffic lull me to sleep as soon as the first rays of sunlight streaked across the sky. I felt safer knowing there were others stirring in the area. I didn’t feel as vulnerable.

I’ve remained on night watch through the years. In every house we’ve lived, I’ve learned the neighborhood’s patterns. I became the unknown security watch, peeking out my windows any time I heard something that seemed out of place. I felt this self-imposed responsibility to my neighbors to keep watch out for them, so they could sleep peacefully all night long.

Today, I’ve become more comfortable, I suppose. I love trying to get to before sunrise, letting the darkness of night wrap around me, and lull me to sleep.

Every day, though, I get up and go straight to the kitchen. Before I even make coffee, I open all the blinds and let the daylight stream in at me. Sunny days. Rainy days. Good days. Bad days. For the entire day, or for less than an hour. It doesn’t matter. I open the blinds and let the light stream in. Then I make coffee. Daylight + coffee is my formula for starting every day right.

Do you need sunshine for a good day? Or does it matter? Maybe you’re a rain lover and find joy in that? Tell me.

I remember being on a black-and-white set all day and then going out into daylight and being amazed by the color.

Jeff Bridges

Selfie

#MusWidNov2015 kicks off today with the photo prompt of “selfie.”

 

I thought I’d do one of those 10 question survey things for this entry, because I, frankly, felt too lazy to actually write something meaningful. I figured I should use this post to introduce myself to any new readers, but this blog has an About Me section. What’s the point, really, in expanding on this photo of myself?

The point is that sometimes a picture doesn’t quite tell the whole story.

Like this photo. I was going to do some cute smile at the camera and do some sort of prose about how I wore my hair “curly” today, because I didn’t have time this morning to flat iron my hair.

But instead, right as my finger was going to click the button to take the photo, my husband said something and I looked at him. I ended up loving this image and using it for today’s photo.

It’s outside, in the dark. The time change means sunset at 5 pm. I’m a night owl, so the darkness almost feels more comfortable to me. I’m most active when its dark. However, it also means I’m going to have to give a bigger effort to make sure I get an adequate amount of sunlight in my life.

My husband is home. He travels so much for work now, that I treasure when he’s home more than ever. I love that I know I am looking at him in this photo. I love that it was to talk about something as normal as needing to clean out the garage.

I am so excited for this photo challenge this month, and the added challenge to blog about each image. It’s going to make me think about my picture choices a little bit more carefully.

Selfie… not necessarily a gratuitous “look at me!” thing. For me, today, a totally normal moment in time… a welcome normalcy in a life that is rarely anything close to “normal.”

“Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility into flames of achievement.”

Golda Meir

The wife of a touring musician tells it like she sees it…

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