When did busy become a rite of passage.
When did busy replace, healthy, happy, or wonderful.
When did busy become a state of mind and being, rather than a choice.
Something clicked in me a few weeks ago, and since then, this household has a change in schedule. This type-A Mama has thrown out the normal routine and traded it for something completely different, these times here are a-changin'.
So other than scheduled work for me and classes for my husband, we are not scheduling anything. We are working on living in the moment and allowing the day to take us where it may. Thus far, we have had more time for each other, spent more play time with AJ, accomplished many house projects, taken many more naps, tried new recipes, given baths at noon, and worked the land on the farm.
You could say that by unscheduling our lives, we have actually made more time for those things that matter. The laundry still gets washed. The house is cleaned. The meals are made. The land is tilled. And yet there is more time now than ever.
We have made time to visit with neighbors and take drives down country roads. We have finished projects we have been meaning to accomplish.
So yes, to some this is busy. But I don't want to classify this life and busy. We've been living, loving, and laughing. Nothing more, nothing less.
We have been working on becoming more intentional with our time, treasuring moments together. I have laughed more and smiled more in these past few weeks than I have in my entire life. We are carving out our own little oasis this side of Heaven.
And here I thought life couldn't get any better.
