I often find myself saying... "When I'm not so busy..." and "After this happens..." and various other word combinations that express the same meaning of, "when life slows down..." but I'm still secretly still waiting for life to slow down and last time I checked it hasn't. And it doesn't seem it is going to any time soon. I yearn for the Saturday where I don't have to get dressed, get in the car to go somewhere, and where showering is optional.
This is good and bad - just depends on how you look at it, I suppose. When John and I were busy, busy, busy keeping the house cleaning, doing showings, etc. I thought once it sold it'd be different. Well, folks, it sold and we have been packin' all weekend. I wake up in the middle of the night and start day dreaming about the new house and all of the painting, etc. and realize that certainly by the end of the year, it's not going to slow. We're headed back to NYC early November and we'll be spending a week in Detroit over the Christmas holiday. What happens when life doesn't slow down? How do we keep up? And why on earth do we make it so busy? Boredom, today, is not allowed. There seems to be no value in being bored.
Although I threaten to never work again, the idea of not having a 'work' to go to is so scary to me, I've got at least ten things lined up 'just in case...' So, maybe you can help me...
What are your tricks and tactics to simply take time to smell the roses?