Living in the Moment

I used to be organized. I used to be impeccably on time. I used to consider myself a peaceful and quiet person. I used to make lists with times assigned to each thing needing to be accomplished, and actually accomplish them. I used to have endless time devoted to planning my future goals. I used to always be on top of every detail of my life: my laundry, my studies, cleaning, time for friends and family, etc. AND THEN:

I had kids. My house is almost never clean, my laundry is in neverending heaps, almost every drawer in the house is a "junk drawer", I have become a sort of movie celebrity always wearing my sunglasses in public to mask the fact that I never got ready that day, I am constantly frazzled, and I am required to no longer be peaceful and quiet, since if I am, no one will listen. BUT:

I have learned, like an alcoholic, to live one day at a time. Sometimes, it's one minute at a time. And for a reformed perfectionist like myself, it has been a long road. I guess at some point you surrender and realize you can't do it all, and is it really that important anyway? The other day, my 2 youngest wanted to wait outside for Christian to get home from school. As always, there were dishes that still weren't done, and messes to be cleaned up, but I went outside with them and watched them chase each other, laugh, and indulge in the pure joy of LIFE. It touched me, and it was beautiful. How I love that I have learned to live in the moment.