I’m a doer. I like to get stuff done. I like to be able to pass out at the end of the day from complete exhaustion because I pushed myself to the limit. And I love this about myself, because I’m productive and goal-oriented and full of motivation to make each day my bitch.
A few months ago, a marvelous person came into my life. He likes to sleep late and lay around before work and take time making breakfast. And he basically ruined everything.
I began to feel super conflicted all the time, as my personal nature called me to get out of bed and get going. But the other part of me just wanted to lounge around and soak up the presence of this beautiful human. That’s when I realized that I don’t know how to relax. My ridiculous conscience actually scolds me any time I’m not viciously pursuing my daily to-do list, and how dare I spend a few hours attending to myself?
It’s a drawn out process, but I’m slowly learning how to be okay with doing nothing, simply for the reason of growing with another person or giving some time to myself as a human being with a need to decompress. This very morning, my eyes popped open at 9:30 and I had to fight the urge to kiss my love goodbye and hop into the world. Instead, we slowly got up and made pancakes together (okay, he made them and I ate them, I guess) and talked a little bit over our coffee and hugged probably a few too many times, and in those hours we grew together just a little bit more.
“Stop and smell the roses” is probably the cheesiest and least impactful phrase I’ve ever heard, but its meaning stands true. Don’t get so caught up in your to-do lists that you forget to simply spend time with yourself and your loved ones. Those moments are just as important as any errand or chore.
I love breakfast. I love this man.
Cover photo found here.