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Operation – me time

Something happened recently that gave me a real wake up call. Or perhaps it would be more correct to state that it made me remember all the goals and thoughts and dreams I had a few years ago. There were things I wanted to do with my life. Things I was passionate about. I’d kind of forgotten. They were shunted to the back of the wardrobe, behind the shoes I don’t wear, in the very far corner. WAY out of eyesight. The kids have been my whole life for years now. Which, as I’ve stated before, I’m good with. I adore being a Mum. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Anyways. I said yes to doing a basic counselling skills course. I said yes because I wanted to start the training necessary to volunteer with Lifeline. Because I think they provide a really valuable service. Because I love helping people, because counselling is something I am passionate about, and once upon a time, three years ago when I first inquired into it, this first step was going to let me test the waters to see whether I wanted to pursue it as a vocation. I’ll be brilliant at it, when I get around to it, which is still on the agenda.

But yesterday I backed out. Yesterday I realized that I would be spending several hours a week giving more of my time away, and while I believe it’s an amazing thing to be giving time to, I don’t even spend that long fulfilling my needs. I might get out of the house for perhaps a half hour by myself a week. To get milk. Or bread. Or something else we desperately need for the morning.

Half an hour.

Isn’t that ridiculous? I’ve relegated myself so far to the bottom of the pile of ‘important things’ in my life, that I get virtually no time to myself. And it’s been MY decision. No one has imposed this on me. No one has told me that I must be present with the children 99% of the time.

So I discussed this with my husband, and he agreed that instead of volunteering right now I should take myself out of the house for a few hours every week (to begin with). I instantly thought that this could involve Starbucks and my laptop on a Sunday. omg. I could be one of those writers… sitting in a coffee shop, sipping coffee while I write. I could be uninterrupted. I could get stuff done. Form a thought and a sentence. Paragraphs. Whole scenes without interruption.

It was amazing, this sense of freedom. The removal of the mental barrier I’d placed. I COULD go out and do things, without the kids. There was nothing stopping me. Today I went shopping and spent money on myself. It was lovely.

The human brain is a ridiculous thing at times. It really is. And sometimes, there is nothing logical about being a mother.

Anyway, all of this is to say that I am launching ‘operation – me time’. Making decisions that will feed my soul, my passions, and my creativity (while of course, still being the kind of wife and mother I want to be). Starting with a couple hours out of the house by myself in the weekends, with time off some evenings for a swim or something. Who knows, I might even go and see a movie next month! I have to start small, because then I won’t feel selfish.

Sometimes it takes an opportunity, even one you don’t follow through on, to show you a glimpse of the life you SHOULD be having. Sometimes that glimpse is all it takes to create positive change. I WILL volunteer in the future, but right now I need to go from ‘just getting by’ to ‘thriving’. Before I take on more commitments, no matter how worthwhile they are.

Why wait for the new year to create dramatic change when I can start right now?Β Here’s to balance, and making myself a priority. Here’s to a happier, healthier person, wife and mother and all the perks and benefits that go along with that.

What do you do to feed your soul? Have you let yourself fall into a habit of ignoring your needs?

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11 thoughts on “Operation – me time”

  1. I love writing in the coffee shop! Then again, I have 17 to 22 year-old baristas serving me coffee.

    But I digress.

    Feeding your creative soul in turn feeds those around you. Do not underestimate the value of your creative worth and its impact on you, which impacts everyone you touch.

    Cassie, you are an artist. You need to look in the mirror and say that, and know that it’s true. Once that creeps into your core, life becomes a lot easier, and your creative needs are fed with the fires of passion for life through your art.

    1. Thank you, Anthony πŸ™‚ Very wise words indeed!

      I think I might need to try a bunch of different coffee shops, to find the right space for me. Should be fun!

  2. I completely agree with Anthony on this one. Feeding your soul will, in turn, feed others.
    This will be a tough change for you, since you are such a selfless person in every sense of the word, but it will also be a very positive step in your life.
    I think that perhaps you have been taking yourself for granted for too long, and that is something that we should never do. But as you say – you just fell into that way of motherhood life. Being a mother does do some strange things to us…

    So – here is to not taking ourselves for granted any longer, feeding our own creativity, and celebrating the little time that we do get. Even if it’s only for a couple of hours per week. You gotta start somewhere!

    Proud of you!

  3. Consider this comment a resounding *WOOHOO YIPPEE* from the other side of the world… Good for you, Cassie! And it will be good for your girls to see you pursue your passions, too. They need to know that mom exists beyond the woman they see every day. This is good training-by-example for that time when they become moms themselves. πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you, Amy! it’s great to have so much support. I just wish you were all here in town so you could actually force me out the door πŸ˜‰
      I totally agree that kids need to see their mums following their passions and taking time for themselves. I’m not setting a very good example of that right now lol

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