All my life, and especially since I started working for myself, I’ve wanted to “get ahead.”
This isn’t really a corporate mentality, like I want to make so many dollars or achieve so much status. It’s more like a daily schedule thing.
I want to “get ahead” on work so I can spend time with my family this weekend.
I want to “get ahead” on dishes so we can just hang out later tonight.
But, you know, as good as I got at “getting ahead” on things… I never made it to that magical place where I got to relax.
Once I “got ahead” on that one thing, it was time to “get ahead” on something else. Even further ahead. Whatever that means.
Having Bdubbs broke that cycle. There is no “ahead.” There is now, and there’s what needs to be done now and what can wait.
I still get the urge to “get ahead” sometimes.
When Bdubbs takes his morning nap and I can sleep next to him and feel good all day or “get ahead” on chores and be cranky. Or when JHubbs gets home and we can play as a family or I can throw the baby at him to “get ahead” on cooking dinner. For some reason, deeply ingrained in me, the first option is still appealing. But I’m starting to choose the right one.