It officially feels like fall here. I love the colors creeping into the trees. I love being able to don sweatshirts and smartwool socks. I love soup simmering in the kitchen. But one thing I do not love is the upheaval of my routines and rhythms.
The boys have been in school for almost a month now and I still feel like I just can't find a rhythm for my days. Last year I established some routines that worked really well for me. I was able to schedule my cleaning and exercise. I worked hard to find a balance between activity and downtime. Sure, there were days or weeks when life went off the tracks, but for the most part we were chugging along pretty well.
And then fall began...
All of the routines that fit me so well, no longer fit. I keep trying to squeeze and squish them every which way in an attempt to make them work. But, the truth is they simply are not going to work this year.
I have spent the last month feeling frenzied. I am always rushing. Continually trying to shove more into the fragmented portions of my day. Just one more thing. I believe it will be so much better if I just quick do that one more thing. But that one more thing snowballs into yet another. All in an attempt to make home a desirable place to be.
The irony of that line of thinking and living is that in cramming in more and more as a means of creating a peaceful, inviting home I am actually wrecking havoc on the very place I am trying to guard.
Yes, the dishes may all be done and the house straightened before we leave for school, but now I am rushing around like a crazy lady. And this crazy lady uses harsh tones of voice with her children and is creating an atmosphere of chaos and unrest during a foundational part of our day.
Hurry, Hurry, Hurry ...
Yes, I may have accomplished my daily cleaning chore for the day and fit my run in before I needed to pick up Myles from young kinders, but the emotional and mental disaster that I left in the wake of my rushing is a steep price to pay for a clean bathroom.
This continual loop of frenzied rushing has not produced the results that I thought it would. Instead of getting more done I seem to keep coming up empty handed and quite frankly, tired. Thus I have decided to embark on a month long experiment.
I want to know, what would happen if I decided to do less. What would my home look like? What would our calendar look like? Most importantly, how would the people who live in this house feel if I make a conscious choice to do life with less.
DOING LIFE WITH LESS
ENJOYING LIFE MORE
I believe that there could be many facets to this experiment. I plan on taking time to explore different areas of my life in which I could do less. But ultimately what I am searching to discover is would I (and my family) feel better if somethings were left undone. Is there contentment to be found in doing less?
Maybe you would like to join me for this month. If you have been struggling to find a balance for yourself and your family this might be a great experiment for you. Maybe we find out at the end of the month that doing less doesn't help create a more peaceful home. But, maybe it will.