becoming a hoarder at nautilus teachings

 

you cannot do
a thirty minute workout
in 15 minutes
a chicken
needs to be baked
for a certain amount of time
driving any distance
is all measured by
traffic and speed
we age
one day,
one year
at
a
time…
yet
for the past
12 weeks
i have been
hyped up
on overdrive
never stopping
tripping over my own feet
sweating
from continual excursion
unti the magic
golden hour
each day
of 6pm…
sure i had a few days
i did not get
my
me
time
but
i made sure
every day
to carve out
slow down
take a shower
breathe
meditate
and pray
all by candlelight
knowing as soon as dinner
is over
i could give myself
permission
to rest
to close my heavy eyelids
slow my breath
crank down the ac
crawl under my covers
and just
dream…
d says
i sleep like the dead
that it’s impossible to wake me….
this is pretty much truth
from 10pm-3:30
i am in zombie sleep
and if my aging bladder
did not need to be emptied
i would probably
be in this wonderful
blacked out state
until first light…
have you ever
felt in such a rush
that your adrenaline
becomes your superpower ???
from 6-10am
i am barely awake
and i have the gift
of being able to
unfold slowly in
the morning…
but once my coffee kicks in
look out!


like most women
i am doing the laundry
prepping for dinner
writing my latest blog
painting a new canvas
planning a class
taking care of our grandson
playing ball with the boys
and somehow
fitting in my
60 minute workout
at least 3 days a week…
one of d’s friends
occasionally works out
when i do
and their comment to him is,
‘man, your wife goes non stop
when she’s on that machine…’
truth.
i am there to get the job done
and work my muscles…
just like when i am in a car,
i am there to drive
not text
or sight see…
so when the clock
ding, ding, dings
6pm
my butt runs to the shower
and i begin my 75 minutes
of me time
before d arrives home…
why is this important to me?
it clears my mind
i am able to organize
my list for the next day
smell the prepped meal
cooking in the oven
scratch the boys
and binge watch a show
on netflix…
some days
i run late
so my time
is a mere 20 minutes
and once in a while
i barely make it to
the soft leather sofa
before my love gets home…
after all
life is not perfect
nor am i,
which is really good
because ya gotta
keep your loved ones guessing!
life can be maddening
over scheduled
frustrating even,
at times
but for the most part
we get to enjoy life
learn something new
help someone
create
write
love
hold…


my advice to you is simple-
no matter how old you are
how many hours a day
you work
or your kids
husband
and pets
need you ,
i want you to become a
HOARDER
of me time…
i want you to schedule
YOU
into
your
life…
look into the mirror
and smile
rest your tired eyes
and ears
tune out the
‘mommy look at me,’
and all the noises
surrounding you,
while you smell the flowers…
let the kids go a day
without a bath
order take out once
in a while
let them wear
a shirt they wore
on sunday
that is still clean
to school on Monday…
your life
is about a lot of things
but the most important
thing in your life
is you…

YOU
BEAUTIFUL
HOARDER
OF
ME
TIME,
YOU!

for without these
precious 10-60minutes
each day
you become depleted
and flat…
tomorrow
rise up
with a grin
make your list
and in all caps
at your chosen time
write the words

I AM ENOUGH
I LOVE MYSELF
THIS IS FOR ME

and really tiny write
this,
‘almost everything
will work again if you
unplug it for a few minutes…
including YOU!’