The last time I was in Miami I was talking to my friend Kelly, she mentioned not wanting to go do something because she was tired and I jokingly replied “if I didn’t do things because I was tired, I’d never leave the house.” I kinda saw a “lightbulb moment” in her, and she replied, “you know what, you’re right.”
From the outside looking in I can easily see how people seem to think I have this endless supply of energy and enthusiasm that keeps me bouncing from one activity to another, sometimes scrolling through my Instagram feed leaves me wondering how I do it all too, but honestly, life’s to short to be boring, at least for me.
I’m a planner by nature. Parties, nights out, lunches, trips, I love creating fun for everyone. Spending time with my friends invigorates me, even if I have to drag my ass out of bed to get there, I’ve never come back from a night out wishing I’d stayed at home instead.
Vacations (or trips I should say, since we always take the kids,) can take weeks of planning, go dreadfully wrong, and yet, I’ll still come home thinking “when’s the next one!”
Anyone that knows me knows I’m easily excitable and always up for fun (just say YES!) If Jazz hands were a person, they’d be me, but I’ve also learned over the years, that the best way to keep your energy up, is to take the time to recharge when you need it.
Time alone, my door closed, no kids and a movie in bed can bring me back when my reserves are low, when I “hit a wall” I let my family know and hide out for awhile.
Finding that perfect balance took me years, maybe even decades, but I did, and I couldn’t be happier at how it’s all worked out.