Most days I find myself rushing through everything. Rushing to get the day started, coffee in my cup, food in Malia's tummy and off her face and fingers. Rushing to get projects X, Y, Z polished and sent off all while juggling multiple other tasks. Rushing to the store. Rushing Tuli through a walk so he can get his wiggles out. Rushing to make dinner. Rushing. Rushing. Rushing until I crash into my bed and do it all over again the next day.
I'm realizing that rushing is part of my genetics. My mom is a hustler, a doer, a rusher. She manages to spin 37 plates in the air with ease and grace. I, on the other hand, feel like my rushing leads to lunacy.
Case in point: I continue to leave my wallet in shopping carts. I quite literally have done this at least five times in the last six months. By the grace of God and the goodness of people, no one has taken said wallet.
Some days I think that propensity to rush is a great thing. It gets shit done. However, I think too often I am not present. Malia doesn't quite have my attention because I'm folding laundry, or I'm not fully participating in a phone conversation because I'm responding to an email.
It's weird and wonderful to have nothing I must rush off to do this morning. As a result, I'm sitting at my computer, present with my own thoughts, realizing what a crazy woman I tend to be most days.
I guess my point is, I need to slow down, take my kid to the park and quit leaving my wallet for strangers to steal my money and identity. Good luck with the money part.
I told you rambling musing would be part of this new site. Random, rambling musings make up most of my thoughts these days.
I hope you are enjoying your Monday however it looks for you. I'm going to pour another cup of coffee and channel Belle and Tuli's canning ability to laze.
Thanks for reading! Happy Monday xoH
This is my life. Great post!
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