Wednesday, October 10, 2012

The Wants

How do you make time for The Wants? This is a question that I am constantly asking myself as I go about my jobs and daily responsibilities. We have become a society that is always on the move, jam-packing our days so full that is seems like we are afraid that if we don't fill in every single block on our planners that the Busy Police will show up and cart us away to slacker prison. Yesterday, as I found my self folding laundry at 10 pm after getting the kids to bed following post-hockey practice late dinner and  mandated reading time my thoughts turned to my list of "Wants." You may call them something else, but in my life "Wants" encompass all the things that I want to do, as apposed to all the things that I have to or feel that I should do. Working on my crafts, for example is a want, designing my next tattoo is a want, sewing new pillows for the den is a want...you get the idea. We all have our list of wants, but they always get overruled by the "have-tos" that we all inherited the day we decided that running away in a sweet convertible to play lead guitar in a classic rock band probably was not a viable life option, so we decided to have families and careers and pets and homes instead. The funny thing is, I have noticed that when it comes to time or an activity for my husband or my kids, I always magic a solution, carve out some time, commit myself to help and chores be damned. Why don't I do the same for my time and my list of "Want Tos?" Is it simply guilt that is holding me back? The siren song of un-washed dishes and volunteer work gathering dust so loud it sounds like artillery fire? I have no quick answer, but I have resolved to carve out some time for The Wants in my life, even if only an hour at a time. Giving yourself permission to let things go for a while might be just the ticket to a brighter outlook and renewed energy to tackle that grocery list, home-made Halloween costume, dog grooming, sponsorship letter writing, bathroom scrubbing, kid wrangling, sock folding, post-office tripping.............oh crap! Gotta run......

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