Three minutes alone (and counting!)
This #thankyouthursday, I am grateful for three minutes alone.
It’s actually now been closer to nine minutes, but the gratitude definitely blossomed around the three-minute mark and is still going strong.
I have the great fortune of spending a lot of time with my family—we have made a lot of choices and tradeoffs for this time, and I don’t regret a minute of it.
But I do need some minutes to myself, and they are not always easy to come by.
Especially right now: We took our son out of school this week so we could take a trip and stay with friends, who also have two young kids. Notice I said “trip” and not “vacation,” because traveling with children just means you do your parenting work remotely, with added disruptions and consequences.
Still, I feel very grateful to be exactly where I am, especially since at this exact moment, I happen to be alone: Our host family is all out of the house, my husband and son are on their way back from a morning adventure, and my daughter is asleep in a carrier on my chest.
Okay, so, technically I am not alone. But a sleeping baby does not interfere with my ability to make a cup of coffee and consume it alongside a scoop of my favorite ice cream. And if the ability to eat ice cream for breakfast without comment doesn’t indicate solitude, I don’t know what does.
Three minutes alone (and counting!) means now I am breathing deep, ready to show up and make the most of the day ahead. And I am grateful.
Love > fear,
Christina