For Holly May, my beautiful, talented niece, who first encouraged me to blog. Holly’s blog: hollymayb
“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation,” Henry D. Thoreau said. “There is no play in them, for this comes after work.”
Last year I discovered the importance of having ‘time for me’ (guilt-free)—the importance of doing things that I enjoyed—things that re-energised me, replenished me, made me feel good. And I realise that saying I’ve only just discovered this sounds pretty incredulous, considering I’m a grandmother! I mean, I’ve have had a few years to figure this out. A mentor once said to me years ago: “To know, and not to do, is not to know”. So although I thought I knew the importance of making time for myself, I wasn’t actually doing that.
After years of being incredibly busy-busy-busy in my various occupations (work), I finally realised how much I needed to carve out some time for myself or I was going to crash. But at the time this ‘revelation’ came to me, I was in a better place—more of a space where I had time to ponder, pray, and plan for change.
I was reading a book by Peter Scazzero, called Emotionally Healthy Spirituality, when God put His finger on my busyness and said “that’s you and you need to do something about it”.
Something else I came across was a CD message by Wayne Cordeiro called Dead Leader Running. One of the things Wayne talked about was the importance of finding what fills your tank. For his wife, for example, it was spending time chatting with her mother on the phone. Because they were going through a bit of a financial challenge and the long toll calls were expensive, Wayne asked her to stop calling her mother. After a short time, he found his wife had changed: she was no longer a pleasant person to be around, shall we say. Wayne then realised he had cut off her source of joy (my words).
We’re all different—we all find joy in different places and this blog is about where I find mine.