If I were to divide my day into percentages of where I put my energy, I might sound like a maid or a cook on the weekends, and I’d be a receptionist/admin during the week. That’s what is real for me right now. I have a family of six to tend to and a full-time job come weekdays.
It’s the other moments, though, that I have a choice over how to spend my energy. Some things have to be done, but I also have an inner child to indulge, a gift to cultivate, a calling to follow. Some things can’t be ignored.
So on snow days like this, I give thanks that I have the opportunity to catch up on laundry and housework, making sure the children are bathing. During last week’s snow days, I got caught up on some (not all) of my volunteer tasks.
I’ve also been doing some of the other things, the things I do for me. Like reading. Blogging. Cleaning up and clearing out some things that have been cluttered. Spending time with husband. Did I mention reading? Reading is a stimulus to me to write. I even chose not to finish a book because it wasn’t doing anything for me. I even got rid of half of my fabric stash because I don’t have time to create several pieced quilts. My time is precious. Every moment counts. Do the things I surround myself with contribute to a positive energy? Do I spend my time and energy wisely?
If I looked at my “free” time, did I spend it writing or cultivating my writing craft? If not, then can I honestly call myself a writer? This is no small pondering; this is serious.
Leave it to almost two feet of snow to cave me in with my thoughts and the freedom to choose how I will spend the day and night. Who will I choose to be in any given moment?
Where do you put your energy, and what does it say about you?