Successful people often talk or write about the power of their routines. They meditate in the morning or begin their day with a workout. They make time for self care and know precisely when they are most creative and productive. While I see the wisdom in these bits of advice, I can’t help but wonder when these superhumans were able to willfully craft a schedule.
I’ve been meaning to create a schedule. I imagine it will begin with a workout, some soulful meditation, sketching in my incredibly beautiful journal, and eating a healthy breakfast. Then I’ll wake my kids up. During the day, I’ll balance the monotony of answering emails with the forward thinking of crafting and sending proposals. I’ll take mini-breaks to step outside and load up on Vitamin D. When the kids come home from school, I’ll oversee homework and tidy up the house. We’ll reconnect over board games and dinner, and then my husband and I will enjoy a long talk about future plans. Before heading off to bed, I’ll shine my sink.
I’m not sure where laundry fits in. Or the occasional breakfast meeting with friends. Or shopping. Or paying bills. Or making the bed. Or going to the library, executing my latest Pinterest project, or finding a new mascara that doesn’t run down my face.
Or crafting the perfect schedule.
In reality, I operate with a calendar and a to-do list. Meditation doesn’t appear on either, but I try to fit it in among the blank spaces. This is also where shaving my legs and going for a walk appear. In fact, I’d say most of my life happens in the unscheduled hours between appointments and deadlines. As much as I adore lists, the things I value most don’t appear on the one I check daily. I can’t decide if that’s a problem or totally normal.
Do real people actually craft and then live by ideal schedules? Or is everyone else just kind of falling into life and making adjustments on the fly, like me? I ask because I’m really not sure, in this case, where reality and idealism intersect. I’m not sure if those successful people are filling their autobiographies with fantasies or if I might benefit from being a little more militant about my schedule.
What say you, Internet and fellow working moms?