One of the things that I am definitely no good at is allowing enough time for everyday things to get done. I madly rush through daily tasks; they are such a bother to me.
At least 80% of my day is filled with everyday stuff like housework, brushing teeth, cooking, writing reports, supervising homework, raising invoices, organising photos… on and on it goes. Not to mention having the same conversation every day with the kids – it’s time to get up, where are your shoes, please pick up after yourselves, brush your teeth, have you done your homework, practice your instrument, after you’ve had a piece of fruit, have you had your bath, read to me, it’s time for bed, it’s time for sleep, it’s time. I dismiss these sort of chores and conversations as the things that I need to do, not want to do. I battle through them to get to the things I want to do on the other side.
The more I think about it, the more I reckon that I’ll never be truly content while I have such an attitude.
I’m reading Mary Moody’s “The Long Table“, a darling book that tells a story about food and life and family. Mary is a busy lady, even now when her days are her own and even more so back when she was raising four children, growing her own food, writing for publications and appearing on Gardening Australia. The thing about Mary, though, is that she really seems to savour the everyday. Her love of simple tasks is woven into the fabric of her writing, her life, creating calmness and quiet joy.
Making space in our heads and hearts for everyday tasks seems to be essential for achieving the sort of deep contentment that so many of us wish for. I crave it. I’m a happy soul, but restless. I believe that giving everyday living the space it needs to breathe and blossom may be just the thing I need.