Do you remember a life without social media, smartphones, apps and notifications? This time in life is what my generation refers to as ‘the good old days’. When you had to get out of your chair to change channels on the television. Weekends were spent riding your bike around the neighbourhood. And if you wanted to speak to your friends you rang them using the phone attached to the kitchen wall.
As I start to write this post it’s 4pm on a Sunday afternoon. I’ve got half an hour before feeding and walking time at the Longley Zoo commences. I could have chosen to spend this time scrolling through social media. Or checking my emails. Or flipping through a magazine. But instead I decided to keep chipping away. The concept of chipping away is something I touched on in my last article. It’s something I’ve always done but have never had a name for. But thanks to my friend Carol I now do.
I had a moment last week. One of those moments when I felt overwhelmed by all I had to do. For a second I wondered how I got back to that point. The place I swore I would never be again. But then I realised that while I was busy, I wasn’t actually in a place of overwhelm. I just didn’t feel organised. And when I don’t feel organised my life feels cluttered. And when my life feels cluttered so does my mind. So to get myself back to a place of feeling calm, I knew I needed to sit down and sort out my schedule.
Over the past nine months we have been intentionally creating a place that feels like home. Not just to us, but also to those that visit. In one of my earlier articles I talked about how stability was one of our core values. It's one of the reasons we chose to buy, rather than continue renting. We have definitely felt more settled this year. Having our own home is definitely the main reason for that.
I have always been an organised person. While I do come from a long line of organised women, some of it also comes from my time as a gymnast. I trained five days a week, after school and on weekends. I would get home from school and train from 4.30 to 8.00pm. Once home I would have dinner and then fit in homework or study before I went to bed. I was good at school and quite contentious. So I was determined my schoolwork wouldn’t suffer. Looking back I’m not sure how I fitted it all in, but I did.
My Mum sent me a text earlier this week. She said she had been thinking about the posts I write. And thought it was interesting how they fitted in with a series they'd been listening to at the church they attend. Their minister has been talking about the Sabbath and what it means in todays world. The Sunday before he had talked about how sad it is that many of us wear being a workaholic as a badge of honour. How being busy become the new black. He believes we all need Sabbath moments within our week. By that he means moments of space just to be. And this got me thinking.