Hello time. Please slow down.

26th September 2016

Hello Mr Time. Why are you always in such a hurry?

Life has been so incredibly hectic lately, I have really struggled with keeping a balance.
Keeping afloat.
Keeping sane.
Sometimes there are simply just not enough hours in a week.

Do you ever feel like you’re flying by the seat of your pants? A gazillion balls in the air – about to drop one (or twenty) at any given moment…
We are all so incredibly busy on this crazy ride we call life.
Sometimes I wish I could give up on this adult gig, get a full refund, and go back to being a kid. Carefree. Simple.

I actually don’t ever remember being as busy as I am at this very point in time. Things are super chaotic. Just too much on my plate.
I have been planning a big fundraiser with a friend of mine to raise money for breast cancer research. (You can read a little about it here: Breaky for Boobies)
So many hours are being poured into this project of ours. It’s been so powerful and inspiring to be involved in such an event, but I’ll admit, combined with my day job, mum work, house work and general life – I have been slowly but surely going a little bonkers!

The laundry is like a war zone. The kids have been fossicking in there for clean socks and undies every morning before school.
I have lovingly served breakfast for dinner at least twice a week for the past few weeks…but hey – they’re all still alive!
Spencer who is 8, and as clever and as cheeky as they come, actually turned to me last week and asked
“Are we having something decent for dinner tonight Mum?”
(Bad mother I am…!)

Last week I was chatting with a friend who I haven’t caught up with for a while and she was telling me how she’d had a recent hospital stay. Heart surgery. I felt so awful that I’d missed it. That I hadn’t known. That I hadn’t seen it on her Facebook (I blame the crappy algorithm)…or heard about it on the grapevine.
Another girlfriend who lives interstate has just had her first baby and I have had a gift ready to send her for 2 weeks, still yet to be posted.
My best friend who lives only a 15 minute drive away, we haven’t had a decent catchup in months.

It got me thinking….how does one slow down?
In this super busy, hectic life…how do we stop?
Stop and breathe.
Step back from the crazy and realign?

For me, when I’m feeling like I am about to crash and burn, I start to make lists.
Lots and lots of lists. Putting pen to paper always helps me to gain some control back.
I need to cross things off and know I’ve achieved things each day. Simplify things.
And sleep. Oh sweet, sweet sleep. I don’t get nearly enough sleep. But when I am in a rut – I make the effort to hit the hay a little earlier each night.
I am such a night owl, continually burning the midnight oil as my old man would say.
I always picture myself sprightly and cheerful in the mornings – but let’s be honest – I am the total opposite of that. At least until that first coffee sets in.
I’ve come to realise that there are two types of people in this world – those who are morning people and those who are not. I am the latter. I’ve tried and tried to change my wicked ways – but I am who I am.
Night time is when, even though my body is telling me it needs rest, I soldier on and find I can achieve more in 2 hours late at night than I can in the whole day sometimes.
Why is that so?!

My Dad is always telling me to slow down. But I don’t actually know if that is possible. Surely we can say no a little more often, but it’s not as easy as it sounds is it? I say I’ll sleep when I’m dead (all heart eyes for Bon Jovi circa 1992)

This is life. This is crazy, busy, full on, sweet as cotton candy life.

Tomorrow I am heading away with my little family for a break and some sunshine.
No housework, no laundry, no cooking.

And the only thing on my list:

Big love,









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