Lately, I’ve been sliding into that ‘can’t-wait-ing’ zone. The curse of the ‘I can’t wait till…[insert fun activity here]’ or ‘I can’t wait till…[the weekend]’ or ‘I can’t wait till…[insert trip ahead here]’
And sure, we all do it. To some extent. From time to time.
But lately? I feel as though I’ve been doing that far too much on a regular basis. Losing sight of the everyday. Doing the rush-rush-rush thing all week, jamming as much in during the week, so I can keep as much of the ‘fun’ to the weekend between those ‘pesky’ weeks. When what I should be doing more of is celebrating the ‘little rocks’ of the everyday. The sweattastic run. The sunny morning coffee. Even the laugh over something stupid at work with my boss.
…rather than let my mind drift to what I have planned ahead, for the weekend, next month, next trip, whatever it may be. And slow the eff down.
That’s the key, I think. SLOW it down. Stop jamming so much in, so you end up rushing through even those fun ‘can’t-wait-ing’ things. And, stop being so damn focused on the goal and enjoy the journey to the goal. And for that matter, stop being SO goal-oriented. Yep, I said it. The goal-oriented, over-achiever type said it.
Stop being so goal-oriented. (that’s an entirely new post this week, don’t worry…).
Just stop. Look around. Enjoy the goodness in the life that we lead each and every day, not just those two ever-so-elusive weekend days, losing sight of the five just as glorious days in between.
Sure, it’s a wee bit puppies and rainbows (but hi, I basically define puppies and rainbows, so whatdyaexpect?), but even so, it’s just the truth. There is goodness in each day. There are ‘little rocks’ that can make even the most boring (or bad) day that much less boring (or bad).
We just have to be present enough to see it.
So, this is me, trying my damnest to shed the curse of can’t-wait-ing.
My plan? To say, tweet, Facebook or THINK something good about each and every day. Rather than fast forward to the ‘good parts’ in the week/month/year. Because otherwise, I’m in danger of missing those little sparks that sometimes mean so much more than we ever realized.
(Like, as I sat down to write this post, after dinner on Sunday with M as he set off to keep hammering away at his paper, and he reached over, looked into my eyes and said ‘thank you for making me dinner and for being in my life each and every day.’ And gave me a kiss. It was just what I needed to feel the warmth in my heart and push away the ‘Sunday blues’ because with a man to wake up to and go to sleep next to every night, what’s to can’t-wait about?’)