On Sunday after church I went to pick up some lunch at a café I often frequent. I ordered my food to go and I sat at a table waiting for the buzzer to notify me when my food was ready. While seated, I did what I love to do, I people watched. But one person caught my eye in particular. She had to be only three or four years old. She wore a beautiful pink dress and had a pink bow in her long hair. I couldn’t help but smile at her as she twirled in her dress, laughed, skipped and danced in the middle of the restaurant. Something was so familiar about her. I’d never seen her before but she reminded me of someone, and I figured out that that someone was me.
I vaguely remember but there was a time when I was completely carefree. There was a time when I twirled in my pretty dresses and laughed because of the joy and happiness that was there and so easily accessible. Then I grew up as we all do and experienced disappointment, heart break and mounds of responsibility. That lightheartedness of the little girl I once was, had been replaced with heaviness, worry and chronic seriousness that all comes together to create the wrinkle between your eyes.
I believe as adults we should honor our inner playful child more often. Now I’m learning to take regular breaks from the seriousness of the day and laugh or do something out of the ordinary that displays my carefree nature, like taking swing out dance classes and twirling in my skirts on the dance floor. Yes I believe it is our nature to be carefree and not to worry. We are born carefree, and like the girl in the restaurant with no worries about what we are going to eat, or where we are going to live.
For most people however it seems that worrying is our nature. It’s often our first response to some bad news or adverse situations. Not only do we worry about what we know, we worry about what we don’t know. But we must learn how to get back to that carefree nature. How do we do that? First we must give ourselves permission to play, to have fun, and to enjoy the moment. We must learn like the lighthearted happy girl in the restaurant to just be. Here she was not striving to be or trying to be, she was simply being her happy authentic self. Then we need to make a conscious choice to live in the present moment. I find that the reason so many of us worry is because of our preoccupation with some future event that may or may not happen. When we realize that all we have is the present moment we can rest and resolve to make it a practice to live here and now. This is not always easy and will require us to be reminded from time to time of our need to laugh, skip, jump, dance, twirl and trust God. I hope I’ve reminded you of that today.
If there is one thing many of us have in common, it is that we are super busy. Life doesn’t stop and neither do we to simply take a breath. I’m writing this blog but I have so many other things to do right now. I’m in the process of starting a publishing company, a jewelry line, writing a new book and going back to school. Whew, I ‘m tired just thinking about it all. But as much as I need to be working on my daily goals, tasks and projects, I know that I must take a moment to connect.
For me it has become my first appointment of the day to have some quiet time. I get up a few minutes before I wake up my son and I connect to The Source. Sometimes after I drop him off at school, I will drive by the lake for a quiet connecting moment. Why connect? Because our lives can be all over the place, fragmented. And we must make the time to integrate and become whole again. I can be a better me when I’m whole. I can give more, do more and be present for my loved ones when I am integrated.
We owe it to ourselves. It’s actually a matter of sanity and remaining conscious. So steal away for a moment. Take some time, make some time and connect…even if it’s in a rest room stall.
Well as you can see I haven’t been tracking my organizational journey lately. But through this quest to becoming more organized, I have learned so much about myself. The biggest lesson I’ve learned is that I am a hoarder. I keep everything …from my son’s school work to thank you notes from years ago.
It’s so hard to part with many of my things. So I decided to get some more help. I took the advice of many of my friends and I got myself an assistant. Her name is Whitney and she is helping me get on track and stay on track. She is a God send. I tried doing this on my own, but quickly discovered I needed someone to keep me accountable and give me the eye every now and then to let me know that my hotmessness is out of control.
Now I can breathe. With her help I have felt more productive, more clear and more creative. So while the actual 30 days are up, I feel as though I am beginning afresh and anew. With school starting back up for me and my new business ventures beginning, as well as the many other things I’m doing, it couldn’t have happened at a better time. Ms. Whitney has her work cut out for her. But with her help and God’s grace, I know my life will be in order. #TheJourneyContinues
Today I’ve decided to tackle my desk. Although I may never have it all together like some of my friends who are borderline OCD clean and neat, I do vow to do my best. I guess I will discover at some point what that is. And I know my organization plan is an unorganized one. In fact, it’s rather random, but I’m doing it in my own way so that it doesn’t seem like too much of a task, but rather an adventure. Who knows what tomorrow holds. Today, I’m one step closer. The journey continues.