You know the saying, “If it’s important to you, you will find the time”? It’s true.
If something is important to you, you will make time to do it.
I want to do a lot of things.
I want to write more on this blog and elsewhere. I want to exercise everyday, eat healthy everyday, be present in my relationships every day. I want to read everyday and do interesting things to my hair everyday.
But I don’t do these things everyday. I do try to do some of these things everyday, but other things are often put off until another day.
When December 25th came and went, I wanted to write about my dad’s death. It’s been six years now. I wanted to write about how grief comes and goes in often tumultuous waves and how you never really get over feeling like crying when you think about how continual this process will be. But I didn’t write that. I wrote something else. I did something else. I bought a cup of hot tea at Starbucks and cried a few tears in my coat sleeve and did something else.
I felt better when I did something else.
On January 1, I wanted to do a fun craft with my toddlers, something about New Years around the world. But I didn’t do that. Instead I went to a restaurant with my husband. I ordered ice cream and talked about that craft I didn’t make and all the other things that happened and didn’t happen this past year and how this life goes by so fast. “I never feel like I have enough time!” I said then and so often this past year.
But I get all the things done anyway.
Yesterday, I celebrated a birthday. I usually write something about that on this blog and I take a picture of myself to document where I was and what I looked like that day. But I didn’t do that. Instead, I called friends, ate cake with my children and watched the snow fall. I did other things, too.
I did what felt right to my soul.
My grandmother is 96 years old. I went to see her last weekend. “Hi, grandma,” I said to wake her up. She was falling asleep in her wheel chair, so I said “Hi” to wake her up. She said “Hi” and we talked about all the same things we always talk about. She has Alzheimer and dementia so she forgets things often and remembers things from a long time ago as if they happened yesterday. She doesn’t always know that I have three daughters. She usually thinks I have boys. I don’t know why but I think this happens because she’s remembering her own life. She had two boys. They have both died, but she remembers that someone had them and only sometimes does she remember that that someone is her. “How are your boys?” she says often. “I don’t have any boys, grandma. Just girls.” “There was someone I remember how had boys…. ” she’ll say then. I just can’t think of their name right now.”
She never remembers their name.
I wanted to write a week ago about my how I hardly ever introduce myself as a writer. That part usually just comes out when I’ve gotten into talking about my days. “When do you find the time?” is usually what comes next and answering this is also interesting because I don’t ever really have the time. But I do write. I write when I’m watching TV and the children are napping and it’s the afternoon time and I have something to write. I write when I’m eating and not reading when I’m a passenger in the car to some destination that feels familiar. I write when I wake and before I sleep and in between making dinner and drinking tea. I write at playdates and the library and on notepads on park benches.
I write whenever I can.
I think that quote should say, there isn’t always time to always do what we know to be important. But there is always time. So long as we are alive, we can use our time to live our lives however we want. On my birthday, I thought a lot about my time and how I use my time and I realize how thankful I am to just have the time to use. I am thankful that I can do my important things and can remember them when they happen. I am thankful to have the time to write and talk and cry. I am thankful I have the time to be present in my relationships and if I forget, I am thankful I can remember to do it next time.
I am thankful for all the “next times” I used in my lifetime, all the “next times” I’ve used to do all my important things.
How are you using your time today?