One of my goals (intentions) for the year is to be more loving in my interactions with family and friends. And there is nothing like a Friday to test good intentions.
It is now 4.38pm on Friday, and normally I would have my blog written and sent out into the world before 10am. Writing in the morning has always been a preferable option for me. My laptop has sat open and ready for hours. I have attempted to sit down and write a half dozen times already before scrapping everything that I’d planned and instead choosing to just write about my imperfect day.
The mini disasters in my world today included; cut lips, blood, bruises, frustrations, and crying. In between I have fed everyone multiple times today, entertained an elderly Irish man who drove up to my house for a chat, built a fence for my horse (who has been recovering from a nail in his foot and needs close monitoring), rebuilt the fence for the horse, tipped out a heap of frozen fruit in the big chest freezer while searching for just 1 more iceblock and accidentally ripping the plastic bag (I didn’t find a spare ice block either), got attacked by a toy truck which fell off the top of the wardrobe while I was underneath (big bump on head), and dealt with various (and numerous) kids interactions which required my attention.
But there are some serious positives from this as I sit here almost at the end of the day.
- My horse finally has somewhere secure with grass, shelter, and water where I can keep my eye on him close to the house (his previous paddock had no grass or shelter).
- I have learnt that it doesn’t actually matter if I have motivation or not to write, I still have things to say at this end of the day as well.
- My children are currently happy, and playing individually in their own spaces (thank goodness I did a big tidy and re-organisation with bedrooms last week).
- The frozen fruit has been picked out of the freezer (cue: freezing fingers) and I am making some stewed mini plums for breakfast for the next week.
- I had an entertaining and unexpected chat with a stranger (I enjoy people).
- I have rung my husband and asked that he bring home some wine so that I can nurse my sore head later with a bath and wine to round out my day.
When I look back on the day – everything (almost) happened – I’m only now getting to my first load of washing, but that doesn’t really matter. None of the mini disasters actually are that big a deal. Even dealing with a bloody lip at 8.30am doesn’t mean that the whole day is a write-off.
So, I have spent the day trying to be more loving, and less stressed about the little things, and we have all survived. One thing I did overlook in my intentions though – was also to be more loving towards myself.
Sometimes we can have too high expectations of what is supposed to happen in our day and how it is supposed to happen. Being present in every moment, with every interaction, and every conversation was ultimately more important than any pre-planned idea for how my day should go, and look, I got a heap achieved as well – Bonus!