Lately, I've read a plethora of articles on the art of being busy, and they all ring true. Busy has become a broad term for "don't bother me" or our self proclaimed idea that if we're busy, we must be successful. On the contrary. Being busy means there is room for organization; rooting what doesn't work, and seeding the will to spend quality family and down time. I can say this first hand because I just spent the past year in "busy." At first I thought it was amazing, I must be doing something right if I'm booking so many sessions! A year later, enter the de-cluttering of busy. Getting a lot of work is great, creating beautiful art is surely great. Doing all of that while doing what you love - bonus great! Overworking yourself to the point of injury, stress, and migraines? Not so great - so what can we do with our busy schedules and hectic calendars?
I admit, this was challenging - I've never been organizational in the sense that things are tidy and in order. I just learned to work hard, adapt, and it worked for me. Until I had a kid. My son just started Kindergarten. I thought I was prepared, hey he'd been in Preschool for the past few years. I thought I wouldn't be one of those emotional mom's, tearing up at the bus-stop, getting goosebumps as I drop him off at school, triple-checking his face to make sure there's no toothpaste or milk before he's sent off to play with other kids and, you know - learn stuff. Boy was I wrong! Those moments as the bus pulls away, you turn yourself around and make that seemingly long walk home, alone, as all your heartstrings trail behind you - it's heartbreaking. Picture this - you're carefree and young, you have your life going for you, opportunities boundless. We age, we mature, we have kids. We learn to love someone else more than we love ourselves, more than we love life itself. We nurture and raise them, giving up a plethora of things and spending all our spare time with them. Then one day, they are gone. Sure... it's not like he's gone off to college or anything - but that day will come.
What I have learned the past three weeks, is to embrace the routine. Yes... the routine is golden. My kid forces me to be a better person every day, and I love it. Through this routine I've adopted a few new quirky traits, like sticking to working only a specific amount of time each night. Setting aside designated down time. Writing, when I feel inspired. Heck, I foundtime today to blog. All in all - I think that the business of our time gets caught up in the plan making and the dreaming and the what-if's. And while some plans are necessary, I've really turned my gears to focus on the work itself, and give a little extra room for reading, movies, long drives, and camping. Because as much as we need to follow the schedule we lay out in our pretty calendars, we need to focus on ourselves as well.
I'm gradually cleansing my schedule, sending it on a diet so that my life can feel more enriched. A year ago I took the leap to full-time photographer - and it's been an amazing journey. The weddings I have been a part of, the success I've created for myself. I couldn't be more grateful. The year to come I'm going to work smarter, and play harder. I feel more creative, and my family, my home, and my body are thanking me.
From a recent trip to the coast: