Last week was my first full week not working a normal job. I got to get up and spend all day every day working on my business. It was awesome.
But since I don't have the security of a steady pay check coming in now, my motivation (read adrenaline) has sky rocketed. I've been getting up at 4 every morning and going to bed around 11 each night. I make detailed schedules and to-do lists before I go to bed each night so that I can just get up in the morning and go and not try to think through the morning fog. I even went a few days without looking at Instagram, which is huge for me because I love it, and I usually make it a part of my official schedule!
The only time I was really taking a break was to make dinner and spend some time with my husband when he got home from work. We usually watch an episode of a show each night before we get back to work on our personal projects. It was go, go, go, Push, push, push. And I loved it. For the first time in a long time I wasn't dreading going to bed at night and waking up in the morning to go to a job that felt like it was sucking the life out of my very soul.
It's been raining here for the past week. I kind of like the gray weather and the rain. I work well with it. It's been cool enough that we've been able to leave the windows open at night which means we get to fall asleep to the sound of rain and wake up to the sound of rain. It is absolutely one of the best sounds in the whole world.
Saturday morning, I woke up early even without my alarm clock. I started to get out of bed to get to work, but the sound of the rain outside stopped me. It hit me in that moment that there is always going to be work to do. More than I can possibly ever get done. In it's own way that's a good thing.
But Saturday morning was one of those mornings I dream about. The windows open, a cool breeze blowing the curtains, drizzling rain outside, and my husband asleep beside me. In that moment, I realized how blessed I am, and that I needed to stop and savor the moment. God had given this moment to me and I needed to not cast it aside, but drink it in. I covered myself back up and snuggled in next to my husband. It was one of the best feelings in the world.
Sometimes, we need to just stop and listen to the rain. To snuggle the one we love. The rat race will always be there, but these moments are a gift. Don't let them pass you by, because in the end, those are the memories and the moments that will mean the most.
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