It’s funny how we can miss
out on personal time. That quality “me” time that is so important for staying
centered in this world. With priorities and commitments capturing our time, it
is hard to unplug. The simple act
of running away, even if it is for just a couple of hours.
This thought struck me
yesterday when I started out for a morning run, and couldn’t remember that last
time I ran. My knees couldn’t remember either. Like chunks of rust falling off
of an unused piece of ancient machinery, my body slowly began to move slowly
down the running path.
With road trips, houseguests,
summer events, and the occasional household appliance catastrophe, the time to
head over to Cheesmen Park and open up my personal sacred time had been shoved
to the side. The funny part was that my body made me completely aware of my
lack of running time. Yes, my knees creaked and my ankles burned, yet it was
more the non-ability to shut off the business side of my brain. It was
somewhere around the two mile mark when I stopped thinking about emails. At
mile three I stopped beating myself up for not blogging enough. By mile four
was when Steve returned. The Steve that doesn’t have “commitments” or “obligations”
but instead enjoys the particular shade of green that the grass in Cheesmen
offers.
You might not even really
realize that you are not doing the things that make you truly happy. I implore
you to stop and ask, “What do I love to do? Why am I not doing it?”
Those are good things to think about
ReplyDeleteAwesome post, well said and perfectly timed.
ReplyDeleteMe time...I love some me time... My husband gets to have a work schedule that allows him to have every other monday off and telecommute on wednesdays... just he and the dogs... typically when I am off, so is he... so almost every minute of my day away from work is with him... i love him, but i like when i can sit and play on the computer with no music, no TV just quiet... no one to look over my shoulder... for the summer I get half days off on Fridays...I try to make sure all chores are done by Thursday so I can just look at naked men on my computer in silence... my ME time...
ReplyDeleteI miss real "me time". Mine now consists of after the Husbear has gone to bed. It's quiet, but not quite the same thing.
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