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One full week of school is under my belt. I'm breathing. Sipping coffee. Writing in my notebook. Collecting celebrations. Shifting my perspective with each celebration I unearth.
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Before this list, I was thinking about everything I didn't get done and everyone I thought I let down. I was thinking I need to stop wasting so much time. I was thinking about how I waste opportunities because I'm too busy dropping the ball or exhausted from not getting to bed earlier.
Because I took the time to collect a handful of celebrations, I'm able to see more clearly. I see now that there were moments treasured, not wasted. I inspired rather than harmed. I lived fully this week.
I posted this on Instagram around mid-week.
The caption read: Meet Clunker. I hope he doesn't eat too much! Sam insisted to send the photo to his teacher. So we texted it along with this message: This is Sam. Isn't Clunker cute? It turns out he likes cow legs for chew toys, but Mom won't let those in the house.
Yesterday during the school day Clunker got tired and fell over for a nap. When I arrived home, I couldn't pull into the garage because the boys were creating Indy cars from Clunker parts. (Just a little aside, Clunker's body was a coal tender last week.)
Jennifer Laffin pointed me toward Caine's Arcade. Sam and I watched the short film and checkout the website this morning. I'm touched by this story. The way creativity is valued and the hearts of people to empower and encourage creativity within one another moves me.
I'm affirmed that my belief in play is crucial. It is not fluff. It is the fuel of powerful movements and life touching projects. Here is the first chart I put into "play" this week.
I'm learning unhurried doesn't mean a sparse to-do list. Unhurried doesn't mean I have hours unfolding with nothing to do. Unhurried means in the midst of running kids and encouraging teachers and writing chapters and driving and cooking and walking and drying dishes that I remember to laugh. I remember to enjoy this journey. I'm not going to pass this way again. Unhurried means I remember life is magical and I see this truth.
I hope you, too, take the time to discover your own celebrations and share them below.