Over the last few days I have been considering the frantic pace of life. When my son was young our lives seemed less hurried, our days a bit more relaxed. We had time for individual passions, family adventures, TV show binge watching. Now that I have a middle schooler life is a whirlwind of Boy Scout meetings, voice lessons, theater performances, homework, and errands.
There is a part of me that wonders if it is my career. I taught until my son was in Kindergarten. Our summers were ours. Swimming lessons and play groups and lake house visits.
Since 2010 I have been in some sort of curriculum role, mostly 12 month positions with the exception of one year back in the classroom. Positions that require a lot out of me.
Sometimes I wonder if the feverish pace of our days are the product of a child that is growing up, finding his passions. Passions that require time and energy from everyone in our household.
The other day someone asked me how I accomplished everything on my resume. Did I never sleep? If I look back at the last 6 years my life and career have ballooned.
Early this year I chose the word cultivate for my One Little Word for 2017. This summer I intend to cultivate time. Time that is more focused. Time that is a little less hassle-free. I am not exactly sure how I am going to accomplish.
But, now that I have put it in writing it is sure to happen. If I write it, it happens.
So I am off to cultivate by putting away my computer and ending this blog post…