I Forgot

 

It’s December 1st and the year is coming to a swift close. I’ve almost finished Yoga Teacher Training with just a few more assignments to go. The practical assessments and exam are all done – phew. I’ve been trying to write lists to keep a track of all the things I have to do – I had written quite the list of things to do once my assessments were over. I’m a week into that list and have crossed off a lot, although they are quickly replaced by other tasks almost immediately.

Today I realised that I forgot to hand in certain school forms that were due this morning, I forgot to sign my name on the kinder christmas cleaning roster for next week, I forgot to take the Pixie to school transition today, and I forgot to submit the girls’ school uniform order… my mind is officially in overflow mode! I had a moment of pure internal frenzy when I realised all these things at once about an hour ago.

Pausing. Recalibrating. Beginning again.

Now we have an accidental afternoon at home, and the smallest is asleep, I’m going to race around the house to tidy and put things away. I’ll tackle the breakfast dishes, the dirty sheets. I’m carrying my notebook around permanently adding and subtracting from my list as I go.

We all have so much going on at this time of year, but there is also that element of excitement, the hint of a summery breeze, the knowledge that school holidays, sun, sand and a moment of rest are all just around the corner.

Travel light through this season, friends.

Checking In…

I’m feeling the need to check in briefly. I’ve got over thirty tabs open on my computer, a scatty brain, three draft blog posts that I have been working on over the past few weeks and a fast beating heart. Nothing is coming easily at the moment. I’m constantly perplexed at how busy life is… and I’m forever fighting a losing battle against it.

It’s times like these that I absolutely ache to run away, to pack our bags and throw things in the car and head off into the sunset. The urge to run away from this uncomfortable, anxious, overwhelming feeling is strong.

I’ve just put the smallest to bed for a nap. The other two are at school and kinder and I’ve got 45 minutes to spare to have lunch and a moment to myself before kinder pick-up. I spent the morning playing blocks, making bliss balls, folding the washing, putting the washing away, and I’ve also put on four loads of washing (and the dirty basket is still overflowing). I’ve changed the sheets on our bed, picked up what seemed like hundreds of pairs of shoes from the floor (so many shoes), and drank half a coffee… cold. Some yarn arrived via post this morning and I’ve got a list of birdie said orders to finish. I have a meeting tomorrow about a new project I’ve been asked to work on by a community health organisation I worked with last year.  I have an assignment due on Sunday as well as two teaching blocks to practise so I don’t humiliate myself in front of my peers at yoga on the weekend.

Yoga Teacher Training is at the intense end, with the final three months focussing on practicing teaching, assessments, an exam and I’m also (drum roll) completing my pre-natal yoga teacher training in a few weeks as a little extra (because I didn’t have enough to do). Although it feels intense, I’m thrilled to think I will be a qualified 350 hour Level 1 Yoga Teacher come December this year. And trained in pre-natal to top it off. Exciting times!

In saying that, I can feel myself yearning for simpler things. For time at home that doesn’t have my head spinning with all the things I have to do. With juggling priorities. It will be nice to have a little break from studying and for a new chapter of our lives to begin.

I’m looking forward to warmer weather, cool drinks on my back deck, trips to the beach, time to cook and walk around with bare feet, time to practise yoga without it feeling like homework.

Spring is certainly a busy time, although I heard someone say that the other day and it made me realise I kind of skipped that part of Winter where you’re meant to move inwards and enjoy some reflection. So now I’m off to do something really naughty – lay horizontal on the couch and read my book for 15 minutes. Or maybe even 20…

What are you busy with at the moment?