Why is it that every day I get up early and I am busy all day, and still don’t get nearly what I plan to get done finished?
I am not trying to complain here, but I just noticed that and sometimes it kind of gets to me. I used to think that it was because I wasn’t organized enough, but even after many makeovers, lists and physical reorganizing of supplies, projects and such, it sometimes doesn’t seem that I get nearly enough done each day. I am beginning to wonder if it is just that fact that I am living a full life that there is always a lot to do and that I would be better off rolling with the flow and enjoying things than worrying about them all the time. What will be, will be.
I suppose it isn’t easy (or maybe even possible) to live your life within a neat little package. There is no way you can (or would want to) buffer yourself from daily happenings and things that upset the balance a bit. After all, that is what real living is, isn’t it?
I have seen the type of people that have a regimented schedule and it upsets them tremendously any time that there is something that disturbs it. When I first had my children nearly thirty years ago, I figured out that while some sort of schedule was necessary to keep thing running smoothly, keeping strictly to a schedule when you had children was a bit of a folly and those who said that they did follow things to the letter either were exaggerating quite a bit or outright fibbing. Or they had very unhappy children. And while it is nice to have some law and order in your life, in reality most people’s lives are just not like that and thinking that you can live your entire life on a schedule is quite an unrealistic way of thinking. At least it is for me.
When I was younger and in the chaos of raising kids, keeping up a house and also working on my crafts for extra income, on occasion I would dream of the times when it would be ‘just me’ and I could spend all day doing as I please. It seemed to me that in the future lay a utopia of world where I called the shots and only had to be responsible for myself. On those days when I was worn out from the day to day family activities, that time in the future seemed rather sweet. Not because I didn’t enjoy my children, as raising them was certainly the best time in my life, but the thought of having the time to follow my own passions seemed quite nice.
Now though, the kids are all grown up and settled and happy. It is a time when I am able to fill my empty nest with my work (and of course – cats!) I am for all purposes my own boss. Yet I still find days when I wonder where all the time goes and don’t feel as if I accomplish a great deal. I am realizing more and more that what they having been saying all along has merit:
It is the journey that is important, not only the destination.
I should have known that all along!
For those days with the children – those busy days when I didn’t know what to do first – were the best days of all. The time spent as a lunch mom. The costumes I made for them. The parties. The days at the library, zoo, pool, park, etc., etc., are the times I remember with the most happiness. Busy does not equal bad. I think it is quite the opposite. And some of those days that we are tearing our hair out the most are the days that hold the best memories. At least they do for me.
So I am going to go with the flow and do what I can every day. And I need to stop apologizing to myself for not getting enough accomplished. Because when I look back on the things I do and the friendships I make and keep, I think that I am doing pretty good.
Our little business is growing. As it grows, it requires a little more time and responsibility. Since we are actively working to expand our business and grow it, why should it be a surprise that when it gets larger it requires a bit more from us? It is only common sense.
The important part is that I still enjoy what I am doing. I enjoy the personal contact with people – whether it be customers or woodworkers or painters or friends. It is a big part of why I like what I do so much and it personalizes things a great deal.
Yesterday, among several positive emails, I had a phone call from a customer in the United Kingdom. He had ordered some patterns a couple of weeks ago and he took the time to make a phone call to me to thank me for the good customer service. All the way from England. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed yesterday and anxious because I wasn’t pushing the pile fast enough, but that call made all the difference in the world. I also had at least three emails throughout the day from customers who I had assisted one way or another through emails, also thanking me or updating me on things. It really made me feel better, as it showed me that all the time I spend on correspondence and helping other is spent well. There is no way to measure that.
So I guess the moral of my story is that even though I don’t have something new to show everyone every day, it doesn’t mean that I am not accomplishing. I am not saying this for your benefit as much as I am saying it for my own. I tend to set standards quite high for myself and I find myself somewhat disappointed when I don’t have new designs to show or great progress made on them every single day. But like that time spent with my children, the time I spend doing things that can’t be tallied or calculated is probably the best accomplishment that I can make.
We aren’t always able to measure things in a concrete manner. Sometimes a small gesture or a kind word can do wondrous things for others. Many times we do these things without even thinking about them or realizing the impact that have. The important thing we need to do is to follow our hearts and do what we feel is right.
The rest will fall into place.
I wish you all a wonderful Saturday today. I hope you do something you enjoy!
-- Designer/Artist/Teacher. Owner of Sheila Landry Designs (http://www.sheilalandrydesigns.com) Scroll saw, wood working and painting patterns and surfaces. "Knowledge is Power"