12 Dec Great Expectations
Life is full of expectations, both big and small, especially this time of year. My list-making goes in to overdrive because there is so much that needs to be done everyday.
It’s not terribly stressful because short of something disastrous these things will get done. But sometimes I find myself looking over my lists and thinking, I don’t want to do these things. Not that they are bad things, it’s just they are time consuming. We can be only so efficient. We have the same amount of minutes every day, yet we still try to cram so much in before our heads hit the pillow each night.
There are expectations placed on each of us. Some placed by others and some we place on our selves. There’s a fine line between getting things accomplished and simply getting overwhelmed. These things we do or feel we need to do are usually for other people. A giving nature is a good thing, but it can’t be everything. I’ve learned over the years you have to do some things just for you, if you don’t, you lose a precious part of what makes you, you. It might be as simple as crossing something off a list completely or pushing it to another day.
I know some people struggle or feel guilty taking time for themselves. Personally I do not. But let me clarify something, just in case. The things I do for myself are not huge parts of my day, but they are a part of my day. Reading is my favorite thing and if I go a day without reading it drives me crazy and kind of makes me sad. It is a habit and a love that is instilled in me. That being said, yesterday I read a grand total of three pages and that took place at 11pm. I can’t believe that my eyes were still open at 11pm, but they weren’t for long-hence the three pages. But, my dear Bookworms, those three pages were for me and me only. Reading every day, even a tiny amount, is my own great expectation and one that I don’t mind making on myself.
It’s the small things, truly.
Earlier this week I wrote about reading The Glass Room by Simon Mawer. I’ve read a little more both Monday and Tuesday. I’m still enjoying it and hope to finish this weekend.
Since I always read something on my Kindle and phone, I’m also reading the debut by Claire Lombardo.
The Most Fun We Ever Had has sort of a This Is Us and Parenthood (TV shows) vibe. This is the book I read three pages of last night and it’s so good. TMFWEH follows The Sorensen’s, which consists of a sixty-year-old mother and father and their four adult daughters. The story takes place in present day and also goes back to when the parents (David and Marilyn) met, dated, and were married. Currently, each of the daughters are going through their own unique set of trials and tribulations, all the while wanting to find and be in a relationship as loving as their parents. As you learn the back story and how it’s woven in to the present, the reality of the day-to-day sets in. Things aren’t as perfect as the girls perceive them to be. As of yet, nothing major has been uncovered, but as the girls age, they begin to understand and ultimately see that marriage is work, self-sacrifice, and most of all, love. Just because things are good, doesn’t mean it’s always easy. I love when family-saga type stories present from both sides, meaning from the children and the parents. This technique allows each set of characters to be seen in the most realistic way. You get to see a character from their eyes as well as how they are seen (if only we all had that advantage of ourselves). My only complaint is that I can’t read this book faster. At the rate of three pages, I’m kind of pathetic.
Oh well. Three pages isn’t zero pages, right? So whatever it is you are trying to finding time for, keep in mind my three pages and make your own set of great expectations.
“The thing that nobody warned you about adulthood was the number of decisions you’d have to make, the number of times you’d have to depend on an unreliable gut to point you in the right direction, the number times you’d still feel like an eight-year-old, waiting for your parents to step in and save you from peril.“ – Claire Lombardo, The Most Fun We Ever Had