We went on a little excursion this long weekend. To a town that had wide roads, where people meandered up and down the main street and where good coffee was the metaphorical coffee bean in a haystack.
Creating memories for your kids is hard work. The packing, the unpacking, the blankie, the special pillows and seventy two thousand small toys that are this weeks favourite. We unpacked, stayed for a few days, then packed up the car again and drove all the way back. Im ready for a holiday now.
As my husband and I fell into the comfort of our own bed last night we had a whisper about the highlights and low lights of the weekend. Tears of laughter streamed down our face recalling the way the kids focused more on the $1 bag of lollies in their hands than the large African animals the zoo offered up. The tacky ye olde gaol that our daughter referred to as the goal and the bed that was harder than the one Harry Potter probably had to squeeze into in that little cupboard under the stairs. I was asking my husband if it was the true sign of old age where I started to lament going away because my creature comforts were out of reach. That all the decisions I had to make while away highlighted the ones I no longer make in my everyday life. I couldn’t drink my piping hot coffee from my favourite mug in the morn moments after stumbling out of bed, my untoasted muesli with frozen raspberries were 440 kilometres away in my favourite mini green plastic bowl that tricks me into thinking I eat more than I actually do and then the joy of what outfit to choose to help me hide the snot my son would wipe on me was limited because Id forgotten to pack a black cardi (although saying that snot and black cotton dont mix well).
My Husband says I need to take the Barack Obama approach to life and take that with me on holidays. That given how many things I have going on at the same time I need to pare down the decisions to make my life easier. This article in the Harvard Business Review suggests that once you free up your life with the mundane decisions of everyday life you get the chance to focus on the big stuff.
Since quitting work a few months ago I’ve fallen into the routine of having the same food every day, I go to the same coffee shop, I do the same gym classes. Its like subconsciously I’ve freed up my day to focus on the big stuff rather than window shopping my day away.
Who knew that a humble trip to the far west could provide the chance to realise I could be the next prime minister just because I eat the same thing every day?
Could you Barack your day? Could the humble tuna sandwich revolutionise what you could achieve?
(Linking up with #ibot today so pop on over)