This always happens. We come back from a vacation and we get right back to it, the trial-by-fire rush of living in a small town by a big city. School, gymnastics, work, time with friends, time with family, trying to SQUEEZE it all in.
We’re already looking ahead to our calendar and anticipating a busy-ass summer, questioning when we’ll get our family time to do what we love, which is pretty much nothing, except be together. It’s all fine and good, but the mindfulness that we’d had in New Zealand seems to be slipping out of our hands.
I’m not complaining, I’m very much aware of how the life we have here is full of blessings. But I think if our time in New Zealand taught me anything, it was how much the rush of the day-to-day really takes away from us.
Getting out the door in the morning, all going different ways, and not coming back together until dusk is hard. We’re a family that likes to be together, crammed in the same small place. When our weekends fill up with obligations, some of which we love, and we’re running from place to place, by the time we settle in on Sunday evening, we’re drained.
Even though we knew this would happen, it’s still something we’re trying to change or embrace. Less of the squeezing, cramming and trying to sprint, and more of the enjoying, taking it all in, and being present.
