Finding time for the soul

Another week, another prompt, this time one week late (better late than never, and perhaps a bit poetic given the nature of the prompt):

We all encounter challenges on a daily basis. You may consider yours something small, like having enough time in the day to accomplish everything you set out to do, or it may be a bit bigger- perhaps something you have to overcome mentally or emotionally, or even a struggle when dealing with a difficult person. Whatever the case, take a look at your daily life- what would you say is your biggest challenge? Or if you have a past struggle you were able to overcome, how did you do it? This week, write about a challenge you currently deal with on a day to day basis, or discuss one you managed to get past. Source IMG_1927Time. I hate that excuse. They (ugh, they, who are THEY?) say replace I don’t have time with It’s not a priority and everything shifts. And it’s true…to an extent. Somehow we make time for our priorities, even if our priorities are watching a shitload of TV, or even if we don’t prioritize the shitload of TV at all but somehow it winds up happening because good lord we feel like we are exhausted and have no time but somehow there’s always that list of shows that we must watch and do watch and there goes the time.  But we’re tired and sitting on our behinds with glassy eyes and a blank stare feels so nice sometimes.

But other times? It doesn’t. It feels…empty. Devoid. Blank (stare).

So what’s the challenge? The challenge is finding the time in our daily routine to step outside of the monotony. To remind ourselves that we do, in fact, have time. Lots of it. If we eliminate the excess, the unnecessary, the bland. Focus on the rich colors of our daily world (this time of year they are the blues, pinks, yellows, of Cadbury mini eggs). Take a breath. Drink a cup of coffee and actually taste it rather than guzzling it because good lord we’re tired.

Okay, guzzle the first cup. But taste the second. And breathe.

Quit telling ourselves we’re going to minimize screen time because, let’s be real, it’s a fruitless endeavor, a failed intention. Instead of minimizing, let’s maximize. Look at things we value. Eliminate the smut. Shrink the reader, the news feed, the things we stare at for the sake of staring rather than for the sake of feeling our soul sing, our spirit grow, our heart beat full.

There are lessons to be found in this journaling. Reminders to savor my time, use it wisely. Gentle taps on the shoulder (they sound like key strokes) telling me to open my eyes, hug my boys, bake cookies, step away from the routine that leaves me feeling bland. Tidy the house, make a photo book, be creative, be me. Step out of the nine to five, because that is all it is: my nine to five. There’s a whole lot more of me outside of those hours, and that whole lot more of me shines far brighter when removed from the cubicle, challenged to soar.

So yeah.

The challenge? Finding time, spreading my wings, remembering that despite recent choices that have led to a more settled, seemingly less adventurous existence, there is still so much of me that embodies the soul of a wandered, the mind of a creator, the heart of a baker (baked goods are love embodied).

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