It takes a village to raise a child.
It takes all day for me to get ready.
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“I know you’re super busy…”
I have often been on the receiving end of this kind of statement. This is said to me by random people who clearly don’t know me well.
I am always amused.
It’s been twenty years since we bailed on regular life and all that has really happened is that it takes me longer and longer to start a day.
We generally wake up around 7:30 or 8:00 a.m. Every day begins with coffee. We sip and sit – mostly in silence. Kevin reads his tablet for the news, I write in my journal, and then, I switch to reading whatever book I have handy or checking my email.
An hour or more passes. Breakfast is next. Usually oatmeal.
I head out for an hour or so for a good-paced tromp around Roberts Creek. Or we go on a big hike. Or, hallelujah, I’m finally back to yoga. Whatever the ‘thing’ is, it is done in the morning.
While doing these activities, I usually take, and post, my daily Instagram photo.
Back home. Now I need a shower. There are exfoliations and lotions and sunscreens and hair products and then I remember to fit in a thirty-minute meditation.
I’m hungry. Pick some fresh kale. Make lunch. It is now noon. Eat lunch. Clean up.
I am finally ready to start the day.
The remainder of my day is spent working on writing projects, email, too much checking of Facebook, working on mixed-media pieces, doing random stretches on my yoga mat, practising ukulele, running errands, cooking, baking, meeting someone or reading. Around 3 pm, no matter what else is happening – I have a coffee. This too, takes time. Somewhere in there we do laundry and randomly clean bits of the house.
On days when I’m traveling, pretty much none of this happens – except for the 3 pm coffee ritual – and I miss every bit of it.
Around 6:30 or 7:00, it’s dinner prep and clean up, and finally, around 8:30 or 9:00 pm we can finally relax.
That, my friends, is a full-on 12-hour-plus day for this camper. I am keenly aware that this is not the kind of 12-hour shift ‘real’ workers put in. I am also very aware that I am blessed. Super duper blessed.
So, if you happen to be near me when someone says they know how busy I am?
You’ll understand why I’m smiling.
“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” ~ Annie Dillard