Yesterday, I took 90 minutes after work, to walk 5km with 2 colleagues. (They've been run/walk-ing for months now and I've joined them once before, but I had to leave after 1 measly loop around the Common to do the pick up.)
Yesterday, I stayed right until the end and drove home in the dusk of evening exercise endorphins - and a little dizzy with the excitement of my time well spent.
I arrived home to what looked like a scene from The Brady Bunch. Kids sitting in their respective seats around the dinner table, finishing off their last spoonfuls before tackling the cutting, pasting and home narration projects. Even Baby sat contently in her feeding chair without the need for (seemingly compulsory - except for today -) restraint.
We exchanged quick cuddles and greetings before I hit the shower. The left overs menu had been depleted but it didn't matter too much because I was still high on love and fresh air.
It felt foreign.
It felt risky.
But it felt good!
Today I was sent this article by Devi Govender, Carte Blanche presenter, journalist, Mum and wife.
I read it as closely as my tired eyes would allow because I wanted to check whether it was prompting weary woman of the world to burn the broom and fly to France or simply, look after ourselves so that we are able to look after others - as I found it to say.
I'll share the article with my circle of friends - mostly made up of exhausted moms who have high heeled hopes for everyone else but only kitten heel compromises for themselves. And they'll second guess the suggestion, just as I do;
She's still nursing. There's no extra cash. I don't have a sitter. Maybe next time. What if it doesn't work out. They don't like it that way. Who cares.
Who else is going to care?
I'm starting to see the value in investing in yourself. Even if, initially, it only takes the focus off your own frenzy for a few minutes. It's worth it. It's doable. You will see what lies just beyond your situation and be welcomed to a world of experiences that offer opportunity, grace, perspective, growth and peace. All of which will refuel you as you continue on your own journey.
Yesterday, I stayed right until the end and drove home in the dusk of evening exercise endorphins - and a little dizzy with the excitement of my time well spent.
I arrived home to what looked like a scene from The Brady Bunch. Kids sitting in their respective seats around the dinner table, finishing off their last spoonfuls before tackling the cutting, pasting and home narration projects. Even Baby sat contently in her feeding chair without the need for (seemingly compulsory - except for today -) restraint.
We exchanged quick cuddles and greetings before I hit the shower. The left overs menu had been depleted but it didn't matter too much because I was still high on love and fresh air.
It felt foreign.
It felt risky.
But it felt good!
Today I was sent this article by Devi Govender, Carte Blanche presenter, journalist, Mum and wife.
I read it as closely as my tired eyes would allow because I wanted to check whether it was prompting weary woman of the world to burn the broom and fly to France or simply, look after ourselves so that we are able to look after others - as I found it to say.
I'll share the article with my circle of friends - mostly made up of exhausted moms who have high heeled hopes for everyone else but only kitten heel compromises for themselves. And they'll second guess the suggestion, just as I do;
She's still nursing. There's no extra cash. I don't have a sitter. Maybe next time. What if it doesn't work out. They don't like it that way. Who cares.
Who else is going to care?
I'm starting to see the value in investing in yourself. Even if, initially, it only takes the focus off your own frenzy for a few minutes. It's worth it. It's doable. You will see what lies just beyond your situation and be welcomed to a world of experiences that offer opportunity, grace, perspective, growth and peace. All of which will refuel you as you continue on your own journey.
Yeah for you!
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