It is the sum of our minutes that make up our life. And most of our minutes are spent doing little things; you know what I am talking about: open curtains, feed the cat, make lunches, wake up and make breakfast for the little one… and that’s before you even go out the door!
Most of the time I am fine with the way I spend my minutes. Or, should I say, adulting doesn’t seem a chore, even though I still firmly believe that we are made for greater things than that. I know I can do better than that.
Sometimes though… I need a holiday. A holiday is not when I move from the bed to the couch, although I can do that as well as the best of them! A holiday is when I can put my overalls on, get into the garden and stop when my arms are in danger of falling off. A holiday is when I shoo everyone out, get into the little one’s bedroom and come out when it’s in order. A holiday is when I go up the mountain and strain my muscles to the limit. A holidays is when I visit a friend and actually go through all the stuff that we want to talk about.
It seems that for me a holiday is when I take big bites. It’s not the number of things I am doing, it’s the level of energy I am able to put into what I am doing, the intensity of the interest and what I am doing, too!
So when I know where my interest is, where the intensity and energy want to be then anything else I do makes me feel boring. Like I am not doing what I should be doing. Adulting then does seem a chore, I am short-tempered and distracted.
It drives people around me up the wall, it does! Because apparently adulting is non-negotiable, whereas I am of the opinion that if I am an adult that I can choose the stuff I am doing… within reason. My reason, of course
Does that sound just a tad whingey? Ok, I’ll admit it! I would dearly love to come back into the house from the garden or off the mountain and find that food has been cooked and the house is tidy and all I need to do is sit at the computer and knock off another course paper. Maybe one day, when I am not a slave to the bank, I will hire someone to do just that, lady of the manor that I am
Until then, I am learning to use my remaining minutes wisely… or not, as most of them are taken from the sleeping allowance. And being an adult is still 10 times better than whatever passes for second place