At the end of the summer, I decided that my fall goals were to reconnect with myself, with rest, and with margin. Here’s a little progress report on how that has gone.
When I set my fall goals, I knew very little about the structure of our fall. We were in the beginning of the home-buying process, and we weren’t sure about a timeline (beyond being out of our rental by January 1). We still didn’t know if we’d find a good home or end up moving to another rental.
Since our fall was covered in question marks, I didn’t look for any additional work outside of teaching and the work I do through the grant writing business. I also put a hold on my membership in a continuing ed/networking group I’m a part of. Although I can’t point to many amazing professional experiences I’ve had this fall, I moved and unpacked my family and didn’t let anyone down. Win.
Another win: this fall, I’ve been writing things like grocery shopping, exercising, and trips to Target in my calendar to make sure that I don’t wind up scrambling to “squeeze in” things that are priorities to me or that impact how well (and how happily) I can do my job as a household manager.
My fall course ended this week, so my last work projects of 2015 are writing one grant and finishing up some CEUs by the end of the year for my CPH credential. Yesterday, I got an offer for some last-minute work. Although we would have appreciated the money, I said no. I only have a few more weeks before I go home for Christmas; I want to enjoy the holiday season with my family and not have to cram in CEUs every night.
A few weeks ago, I took my 75th Jazzercise class. The instructor makes an announcement when a student hits a “milestone” classes, and I have to admit that I was looking forward to my applause since I took over half of those classes in a state of chronic sleep deprivation. Unfortunately, someone named Laura happened to share my milestone class, so people clapped for BOTH of us. Ugh! Thunder stolen. Thankfully, I have been participating in a holiday challenge and should hit 100 classes before the end of the year, so hopefully this time I will get my own applause. Ha.
All joking aside, Jazzercise has continued to be a great mental and physical outlet for me and gives me three additional hours a week of childcare that my kids love. I am so grateful that I found this studio.
Other self care projects I can report on: I’ve been reading three books a month (this month’s books: some ridiculous Sophie Kinsella book, Women of the Word, and The Nesting Place), and have been meeting a friend once a week without my kids for an early morning walk. I have also been doing my quiet times faithfully and going to bed earlier (last night, I am delighted to report that I hit the sack at 8:15).
I’ve also been straightening my hair on occasion and recently bought some new makeup which I am trying to wear a few times a week. (Zoe’s recent comment while playing doctor: “mom, you have these lines under your eyes. I’ll give you a shot and make them better.” We have officially lived in plastic-surgery-hungry Florida too long).
I also went to a CONCERT recently! My neighbor gave me two free tickets to what turned out to be one of the coolest concerts I’ve ever been to. I took my friend Susan (also a mom) and we had the best time. I love music and used to go to concerts fairly regularly, but haven’t tapped into this part of myself very often since becoming a mom. It served as a gentle reminder that I have lots of interests that are worth exploring from time to time.
Rest is hard for me.
This fall has NOT been full of restful events (moving, house guests, etc.), but I have tried my best to allow myself to recuperate as needed. This has meant spending a few of the kids’ nap times on the couch with Scandal and many evenings on the couch with a glass of wine. There have ben a few Sunday afternoons where I’ve asked David to take the kids and go do something because I can’t be nice anymore.
The most concentrated moments of resting this fall came just a week ago when David and I took all of Thanksgiving week off and went to the beach with our kids. Neither of us did anything productive all week long. It was fantastic and re-charging and energizing.
Kids eating ice cream on the way home from the beach?
Doesn’t get better than that.
But my favorite moment of “rest” from this whole fall happened yesterday. I had hosted Zoe’s birthday party in the morning (she’s 3!! Sob!) As I wearily washed cupcake trays, I got an e-mail asking me if I could be available for a conference call later that afternoon. Our sitter was going to be here, ostensibly so I could work, so theoretically I could have made this call work.
However. It was Zoe’s 3rd birthday. I was exhausted from her party and her three hour wake up the night before. And honestly, I just didn’t want to work. I wanted to hang out with my daughter on her birthday.
I’m so sorry, but I am busy, I wrote back.
And then I spent the afternoon being busy. I left Riley with the sitter and took Zoe to Starbucks in her new Elsa dress, where we sat together and played with a Playdoh activity bin for 1.5 hour. We went to Walgreens and watched every dancing musical toy. We bought quick-drying nail polish and came home and painted her nails.
“I love you, mommy!” my generally-non-affectionate child told me several times.
I am realizing that there is no shortage of things to be busy with—but not all of them are actually important. If I can’t show up for the people and things that matter most to me—what’s the point? I want to be “busy” with the important things.
I AM BUSY.
Overall: This fall has felt like one giant win. There have been some tough days (I still have two toddlers, people!!), but overall, I feel more joyful, energized, and present because I have focused on connecting with myself, rest, and margin.
Around this time of year, people begin thinking about ambitious goals for their new year—goals that usually don’t include things like rest and margin. My humble suggestion? Instead of going big this year, do what author Emily Freeman suggests and “celebrate your smallness.” This doesn’t necessarily mean settling for small goals; rather, it means realizing that you are one person who needs things like rest and margin, and that God will have to fill in the rest of “big” for you.