Friday, 12 December 2008
Guest post by utlawgirl
On Thursday and Friday was a continuing education seminar in San Antonio which I attended, along with a coworker. This coworker and I are what I would consider pretty good friends, as much as you can be close friends with someone who is older than your mother. She has advised me on many matters relating to life, and I have listened and counseled and prayed with her as she walks through a divorce she doesn't want. We are both Christians and are similar in personality. I say all that to make it clear she is someone I like and respect.
So help me, she does not hurry. She is single, her kids are grown and gone, and she just does not have the urgency that I do to hurry up and get things done. Like eating. Or getting to bed. Or driving. Or shopping.
But at one point, when our delay wasn't her fault but rather the night construction in San Antonio, and I was trying so hard not to show that I was feeling like rolling down the window and crawling out because I just couldn't stand to be in the car anymore, she said, "Well. This is an exercise in patience."
Ah, yes, isn't it though. And it's not as if we had anywhere to go but back to the hotel.
And that made me remember this blog I read on Simple Mom about taking time to just be. I struggle with exactly what she talks about - I don't think I have the ability to do anything relaxing without feeling guilty about everything I'm not doing that I feel I should be doing.
There is always laundry to be done, some part of the house needs to be cleaned, the children need quality time, the husband needs more attention that me giving him a list of to-do's and more conversation than, "The trash is full again," I need to earn more comp time at work to have more paid time off with this baby, the house needs to be rearranged and organized to make room for this baby, the family budget need to be updated, bills need to be paid online, Christmas gifts need to be wrapped, and on and on and on.
But then I found myself in San Antonio, miles away from the house, the laundry, the husband, the children, my job, and despite being free of responsibility, I could not stand that it took us three freakin' hours to go to my favorite Italian restaurant in the world (Paesano's), followed by dessert at Marie Callendars, all with a person who is perfectly pleasant to be with.
These past two days has made me realize that I need to learn to relax. Maybe if I follow Simple Mom's suggestion and schedule down time, and if it's on my to-do on my list, then I won't feel guilty, since it would then be something I can mark off the list.
Has anyone else struggled with this and successfully overcome it? Any tips on learning to leave it all behind for some down time (without having to travel five hours away)?