This week has been a blessing for me. A while ago I heard someone say that she tries to live with “margins” in her life – meaning that she tries to live with a bit of extra time in every day to be able to appreciate the beauty around her. I’m sure she was quoting someone famous, but I don’t know who, and she didn’t cite her reference.
Over the past year I’ve begun discovering the importance of “living with margins”, and what exactly that means. Sometimes this is a conscious choice (and battle) to not schedule every moment of her day; sometimes this is simply a choice to look for the beauty found amongst the unavoidable busy. It’s a way of living life.
Starting a week ago today, I’ve had the gift of very large margins. Last week Friday did not go as planned. Not that it was a bad thing (hence the reason no post last week – sorry)! I got to see people I hadn’t planned on seeing, chat with them, and took a friend grocery shopping. And then I got to go to a (planned) game night. It was a great day – just not the blog-writing, sewing, productive one I had planned!
Most of my days since then have been similar to last Friday, mostly because other plans were cancelled. It was absolutely brilliant. I have time to spend catching up, and not feeling guilty as I sit and listen to the rain, or taking pictures (can someone say ‘therapy’?) of pretty flowers, or hanging out with friends and youth kids, or really soaking in some wise words of a book, or of a song. The week has not gone according to plan A…or plan B…or sometimes even plan C, but since I have the time to discover what plan D is, it’s really no big deal. And I love that. I want to live my life – as much of it as possible – this way.
I need to learn how to schedule such time into each day; I need to learn that I don’t have to schedule each moment of every day. It’s NOT a waste of time if there aren’t plans in my calendar.
It’s a different way to spend time, a healthier way. It’s good. I cannot tell you how relaxed my spirit is. I can breathe again.