Sometimes I wish there were more hours in the day. I tell myself I could get more done if there was more time. It's probably not true though. I never run out of things to do, so I am thinking a couple of extra hours would just fill up in the same way. Plus I'd get tired more often and spend more time sleeping or wishing the kids would sleep so I could rest. See? Nothing else would actually get done.
The last couple of weeks I seem to have made a leap in being mindful of our time. I'm not entirely sure why it came together all of a sudden, but it did. I'm doing better with figuring out what is going on at any given moment and making a choice. Most importantly though, I'm doing better at not feeling guilt over said choice - which seems to be the key. Somedays that means that I catch up on laundry, finish a book, read with the kids, go to the park, watch a movie, clean my bedroom, write a blog post, take some pictures, go to the grocery, or even just take a nap. Those are just some recent choices. A question I am getting fond of asking myself is, "Will the world end if I do this instead of that?" The answer is always no. My choices, the kids choices - none of them affect the rotation of the earth. This gives me the freedom to choose mindfully, and with mindful choice comes peace. That's not to say that I never feel guilty anymore, I do. But I seem to be a little bit closer to forgiving my humanness.