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Two Too Many??

I have come to the realisation that I just don't have time to do all the things I want to do. Just don't.

I have kept up a mantra " I make time to do what I love", only I love....a great many things and it would appear that there are just not enough hours in the day.

I have also come to the realisation that I simply cannot do all the things I love right now, in each and every day and that it is perfectly ok. Perfectly O.K.

I have an old tape recording running in my head that tells me if I don't fit all the things I love into any given day, then I have somehow failed in living my life fully. Failed to embrace the opportunities given, failed to organise my time, my headspace, my world. Failed.  Thankfully, the cellulose is wearing thin and the voice is fading....not even audible in some places.

Here is a list of some (and I mean some) of the things I have attempted to achieve each day:

  • Meditate at first light.
  • Write in my journal before breakfast (after meditation)
  • Walk...either beach or streets for at least 45mins before breakfast (after journaling)
  • Enjoy hand made fresh cold pressed vegetable juice before eating (after walking)
  • Enjoy a healthy breakfast, gluten free, sugar free, dairy free, organic and made from scratch (after juice)
  • Go to work and LOVE what I do. Work with passion and energy. Give my all. Excel.
  • While at work enjoy hand made, unprocessed food, made by myself with love and nutrition guaranteed.
  • Come home and complete a Pilates, Weights or Kettle Bell routine before making dinner.
  • Go to a Yoga class.
  • Spend quality time connecting with my son and husband.
  • Cook a scrumptious dinner, full of health and vitality, gluten free, dairy free...you get it.
  • Write my blog for the day. I always have something to say!!
  • Spend time catching up with some uber interesting websites and blogs that I follow.
  • Read. I love to read. So many books......so little time.
  • Meditate before going to bed.

Times that I have achieved this: ZERO!

And that list does not include my desire to:

  • Start another blog...a different one.
  • Write a book. Two books...completely different from each other. (Already have the ideas)
  • Design and sell swimwear and active wear for breast cancer survivors/thrivers.
  • Create my own website.
  • Learn another language.
  • Help my husband set up his own business.
  • Learn to rock climb.
  • Become a proficient photographer

And that's just mid week...................................

On the weekends I love to go:
  • Mountain bike riding
  • Hiking
  • Swimming, beaching, shopping, dancing, movies, eating out, eating in...
  • To art galleries, museums, festivals and theatre
What about some:

Gardening, painting, drawing, cooking, reading some more, writing some more....Scrabble,....yes, Scrabble, walking the dog, rock scrambling...

Lets not forget the mundane....I love it all!

  • Cleaning, clearing, cleansing, organise, prioritise, the housework never ends!

But as I said earlier, it is perfectly O.K. I am perfectly O.K. I now realise that I do not need to achieve all of these things every day to feel self validated. I love myself too...

So in the spirit self love of I have decided to choose only two things to achieve every day. Two things from my list of loves, two things extra to my working at a job that I love and being part of a family I love. Two things to enhance my day, embrace my spirit and support my body. Two things to enjoy without guilt, pressure or time restraints. Every day will be different, no two things the same......

O.K..........Today's two things......blogging, baking biscuits and Pilates! WAIT!!....that's three things!!!!!!




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