It is a Friday morning and I am wasting precious vacation time sitting on my patio. A summer storm is approaching so it is cloudy and breezy, a welcome relief from the heat. I am reading, cleaning out personal emails and reading all of the articles I have saved to read. The dog is lounging by me. We are both perfectly content.
Before the pandemic put the breaks on life as I knew it, I would have scolded myself for wasting “precious” time. Vacation days were for doing, action and seizing the day. But now I understand that time to relax, read, be inspired, enjoy my garden and listen to a mocking bird is not wasted time. THIS is self-care. These are precious moments.
In the wee hours of this morning I took a long walk with the dog and planted a tomato plant, two ferns and two citronella plants. This is seizing the day.
Later I will go pick up my mother and take her out for a girl’s night; a non-profit’s special event where we’ll play bingo for pampering gift baskets and purses. This is precious time.
Over the last two years I have taken a hard look at what really mattered to me, how I want to be and where I want to be. I moved closer to my parents. And now I plan to spend as much time as I can sitting on a porch, in a garden, on the farm and with my family wasting time where and with what is precious to me.
The Yoga Cowgirl 
THIS is self-care. These are precious moments.
Yes, yes. That’s the truth of it. Enjoy your wasted time!
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You’re doing exactly what you should to relax and enjoy life. I love your tomatoes.
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I love this so much!
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Thank you
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I’ve always thought that term “wasting time” is counter productive to a rich life- but we all fall victim to it. I am also “wasting time” too today. it feels soooo good!
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Yes it does!
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What you are describing is exactly self-care. 🙂
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Enjoy that porch and your time on it. 🙂
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As my grandma used to say, “Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sit.” Ironically, she accomplished more than anyone else I knew: gardening, quilting, baking, sewing. She never seemed rushed, but our lives filled up with her productivity. I still use her embroidered tea towels, and remember how happy she seemed.
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What a beautiful post that reminds us to define life by how we want to live it instead of how we think we should. Beautiful!
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Thank you
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YESSSSSS. This IS seizing the day. I am so happy to read this. Here is to living our best lives. Xoxo
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