July is my favorite month of the year. July is usually an exciting and busy month for us, but the last couple summers we have been so focused on kids and babies, it’s been more of a low key month. But I still celebrate nonetheless.
Confession : I fell asleep writing my journal blog post last night. I love writing and it continues to be such a safe space for me, but Mom is tired. I am fairly certain that is a typical theme of my journal posts. I just was thinking about how content I was, all three kids + a husband + two dogs sound asleep in their beds and my eyes drifted closed. It was a good day.
Lately, I just have been feeling very grateful. Grateful for feeling content. Contentment really is the ultimate goal of life. Happiness yes, but that happiness comes from being content. I can’t believe I have felt such a profound sense of contentment in my thirties. We spend most of our twenties seeking, dreaming, working hard toward our futures. In our thirties we can see the fruits of our labor and what we have built. But you still don’t necessarily feel that content or even have the capability of seeing life for what it can be in this moment.
I also have figured out that I have trouble staying on task. In a home where the tasks are endless. It is easy to bounce around trying to accomplish everything. I used to treat this as a negative thing, not being able to complete things in a day, but rather in a few days. It is just how I operate in the chaos. Full of distractions and adapting to the distractions that keep me focused and continue to accomplish at least a few things in a day. But not everything. In an empty house when the kids aren’t home, I think I can do it all. Certainly more productive, but also with the understanding that my rest is also productive.
XOXO,