When I get time to myself, I tend to all of the sudden discover that there is a "me" that has gone dormant during my day-to-day. A "me" that isn't a mom, isn't a wife, isn't an employee, a "me" that is just, well, me. A "me" that isn't distracted and lost within the many, many tasks I try to cram into a day. And my brain tries to run though as many thoughts as possible while it has my full attention.
I sat today and worked on putting pictures into albums, and my mind wandered to how blogging might be fun, but thinking I didn't have a lot to share, pondered what I could write about. I thought it might be interesting to do a little write-up about any books I read or movies I watch during the year, and then look back as a reminder of what I had done. But I seriously questioned whether I would actually have time to read books, or watch movies, let alone time to write about them. And then I thought about all the things I want/wish/need to do.
I want to be the best mom and wife that I can be. I need to pray more. Need to read more scripture. Want to bake more. Want to cook more good meals. Want to spend more time in the garden. Want to read. Need to exercise to be healthy. Want to paint some walls. Want to hang more pictures. Want to see more amazing nature. Want to take better pictures. Need to keep in more constant touch with friends and family so every conversation isn't catching up over the last several months since we last talked. Wish I could do it all. And by my rough calculations, I have about 60 hours a week that I am not working or sleeping to accomplish it.