I’m still smitten by my renewed delights in creating things and in solitude. The dilemma is that moms have so little time for these leisurely delights.
Singing can be done while driving. Dancing, with a child in my arms. Learning, during chores via podcast. Cooking- it’s a good thing I already enjoy it. All these add to my happiness- to my delight. But writing. and drawing. and reading. and exercising. and solitude, oh solitude. Without intentionality, these fall into the void.
I resolved (again) to work fast so that later I can take it slow slower. This seems obvious, but if I truly know it, then why do I speckle my day with time-wasting distractions? I don’t mean diapers.
I mean how fast I change that diaper.
I mean dashing, not dawdling through chores.
I mean creating an organized system so that bills and phone numbers are easy to find.
I mean building good habits so that my days flow naturally and predictably.
I mean not volunteering to juggle more pins than I can catch
I mean not letting scattered minutes of pinterest and facebook scrolling add up
because these hitches gobble the hour that I could have spent painting.
I know, I can’t paint while my kid is running from room to room either. But kids, by design sleep more than adults. Most do anyway. My three-year-old sleeps twelve hours each night and the baby sleeps more. I sleep seven. That’s a good time gap. If I choose to be diligent in my responsibilities, then I will have more time to delight in rest and hobbies.
One more thing, I have discovered that there is delight in diligence. In my pilates class, in cleaning my appliances, in researching- when I work with precision instead of sloppiness, I am more pleased not only with the finished product, but with the work itself.
So let’s be diligent so we can delight; and let’s delight in our diligence. After all, Delight has diligence written all over it.
Scope out my Pinterest “Get Organized” board for blogs I follow about organization.
