Oh the value of time

I’m writing from bed as I listen to my toddler absolutely annihilate our main floor while, I’m assuming, my husband is in the bathroom. iykyk.

As I climbed the stairs to our bedroom to sit down and do my personal rituals (morning pages, To Be Magnetic work, and writing for the blog) I was thinking about how much of a luxury this is.

To be able to step away from mothering for an hour to tackle some of my own personal interests and growths.

Then I started giggling, because 4 years ago Holly would’ve never even noticed the delicate dance with time. My day absolutely looked completely different than it does now, and so did my attitude.

I get it. The whole growing older and wiser. Kind of like when we talked about cliches. Lived experiences are so valuable. I think the biggest value of them, is the learned gratitude that comes over time.

Because we don’t truly learn until we move through the expereince, it can take a few rounds of trial and error before you start building that gratitude muscle. You know those situations you find yourself feeling humbled, maybe even a bit irritated? To slowly breathe in, silently count your lucky stars, and then relax into the comfort of gratitude and trust in your situation.

So as I sit here finishing my last sip of coffee, now hearing my toddler and husband working together to clean up the inevitable tornado that came through he main floor. I just feel so grateful to see the value in my limited time. To see the blessings that are 60 minutes to myself to work on me. To balance a rather tight schedule full of personal growth appointments, family time, friend time, entrepreneurship, corporate work schedules — all to keep building and expanding on those little pockets of gratitude, minute by minute.

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