I realize there really only are 24 hours in one day but I often wish there were 36 or more. I have been learning to split these precious hours between trying to start my little company, being a mom (a quality one), being a wife (my apology hubby!), keeping that little blog of mine up and running, getting some sleep (not enough though), figuring out our next move (read: trying to find a new home as we'll need one in a month from now, that's scary), recovering from cold after cold (kind courtesy from Manech's daycare), shooting a little video for the past 6 weeks and I won't mention grocery shopping, cooking, keeping the house somewhat clean and appealing, making it to my kettle bell class twice a week. Inhale. now. I have to acknowledge the impressively understanding and supportive husband of mine. Round of applause for him!
You'll notice I haven't mentioned partying or surfing. That's because I haven't had time for it lately. (I know I haven't mentioned sex either but that, you don't need, don't want to know about). A couple of beers is all I can handle anyway if I want to function the next day but I do indulge in those couple of drinks every now and then because hey! I have to justify the hard-work at the gym. Major raging has been out of the picture for a while and my aging self likes it that way, for now at least. Last time I went surfing was the day I kissed my longboard so hard it broke half a front tooth of mine. This itself has been a bit of a nightmare to deal with and a great loss of time (and money!). No comment.
On Sunday evening, after quite an amazingly fun and relaxing week-end, I started thinking about everything I had (or at least wanted) to achieve this week. The mental list I was coming up with seemed endless. I woke up Monday morning pretty energized and ready to throw some kicks into my mountain of tasks when I came across this Gif. Other than making me deeply miss my Muay Thai training, it reminded me of the strength I now know I have deep in me. And if I tend to forget about it, this image will be a good way to get me back on track and put my brain back together. The beauty of boxing, trust me.
I am trying to make the best out of each day. To mark off a few things from my to-do list as hours go by so that I can feel relaxed when finally reaching our bed and be the best mom I can.
Tomorrow I will be working all morning and early afternoon, then we will take Manech to a little friend's birthday party (when really I should be working some more but these are p r e c i o u s moments I don't want to miss) and I will go out for diner with a dear friend of mine I havent seen in months. Sounds like a pretty relaxed day for once. Not just another one. A lucky day, because we get to live it. And I don't take this for granted.
Embracing my positive self!
How about you? How do you keep up with all that you want to achieve? I know deep inhales and exhales are a good start but I'd love to hear, from you.