Get lost


Hey guys! 

I’m sure you’ve noticed this post is NOT a poem or any manner of prosy thing.  I wanted to take time to connect. We all live such busy lives. I’m sure many of us day dream about having a caffeine IV to keep us going! We rush to make dinner, we rush to clean up, we rush to meet deadlines, and be on time. I don’t know about you guys, but sometimes I find myself racing the clock so often, that I get anxious when I catch glimpses of it while I’m trying to sleep. 

Since an alarm is a necessity, my insightful husband has made it a practice to set the alarm, and then turn the clock to face the wall. Now I can’t see it! My clock racing anxiety has completely disappeared and I am actually sleeping! Something so simple can make such a profound change for the better!

Because of this revelation, I have  started to look for more ways to beat the rush induced anxiety. I have become ultra organized in my daily tasks, taking a page out of my military training.  This has freed up so much of my time that used to be spent guessing and wondering what I should be doing. I’ve even eliminated the chore of trying to figure out what to make for dinner by making a menu before I go grocery shopping. 

Now, all of this is so wonderful, but what does that have to do with the title of this post? Getting lost? Huh? Well I think that taking a break to get lost from the daily grind is the most important activity you can do to relieve stress. Yesterday my husband took me on an impromptu picnic when I got home from class. It was totally unexpected, and he had everything ready as soon as I walked through the door and put my books down. Part of me hedged, “I shouldn’t go have fun,” I told myself. “I have work to do” I admonished. But I went, and I am so glad that I did! I felt so completely rejuvenated! We didn’t catch any fish, but the freedom of sitting on that river bank. No cars, no traffic. There are no clocks there, just Chris, me, and the dog. 

In this moment I realized that living isn’t what we do when we’re racing the clock. Those aren’t the moments we’re going to celebrate. The moments we’ll remember and treasure are the moments when we clock out of routine. The time we are allowed to just be, to just exist, even if it’s a simple breath, that time belongs to us.