Tuesday, November 8, 2016
The gift of a day
Yesterday, I found myself with an unexpected free day. I usually have my two grandbabies on Mondays, but my son-in-law texted early in the morning to say that he had been called into work early and had to take the kids to their regular sitter.
Wow! The gift of a day. I had a few chores to do, but what a treat to be able to do them at my own pace and to be deliberate in my actions. To feel unrushed as I folded laundry and later worked at my desk. I took a break to call Pamela and have a chat and a cup of coffee.
We celebrated my aunt's birthday yesterday evening, and even though the meal was a simple crockpot recipe, I decided to set the table with my great-grandmother's china that I had moved from boxes into the china cabinet for occasions such as this. Later, I listened to my dad and aunt as they remembered eating from those same dishes as children. And I still had the pleasure of seeing my grandbabies when they came for cake and ice cream that evening.
Yesterday, I was reminded how I lose myself when I live in a rush. It's so easy for me to take on too much, hurrying from one place to another, either physically or in my mind. It's so easy to gain momentum, set my course and keep going with the next goal in mind. I miss the details, the beauty in the ordinary things in life.
I guess there are times that that can't be avoided, but for the most part I can make better choices. It usually means removing the clutter from my mind and my surroundings. It means being deliberate about my choices and my actions, whether it's setting a table or putting ingredients into a crockpot. It means staying home when I'm tempted to use a free day to go out to the store and buy things that I'm sure I need, but will just add to the clutter.
My son-in-law apologized when he texted, saying, "I hope this doesn't mess up your plans for the day." Oh, no! You gave me a gift, Marcus.