Sometimes life gets busy. Sometimes the things we need to do pile higher than the hours available to do them. It happens.
And it’s happening here. Not a single thing I can complain about, yet the days are whipping by. I can’t be sure, but I think the calendar is laughing at me. We are six weeks into our new house. Most of the important settling in was done in the first three weeks. But that devil routine hit us hard and now life is full again. Anything not finished, is now waiting for the next open window of time. It just has to. Luckily, before the whirlwind stopped, we managed to unpack and organize nearly every room and closet in the house. It’s looking pretty good in here, but I don’t see any spare time until after Halloween. If it didn’t get done, it’s getting the boot to November.
I am keeping up with work and kids and future plans, I am getting organized for conferences (I leave this coming Wednesday…none of you are allowed to tell me how quickly it is coming until Monday night.) I have been scurrying around getting a Halloween costume ready, as well as getting things all set up here. I will come home to a Halloween ready to go – costumes, two pumpkins and cases of candy stashed in my trunk. (It is safest there, from everybody.) I return the day before my son’s eighth birthday…and on and on it goes. But who could complain about any of it? Not me.
I am attending She’s Connected Conference 2012 and Blissdom Canada ’12 in Toronto, and am excited for both. I love my work and the life I lead here, but cannot begin to express how amazing it is to spend a few days with some of the smartest, most talented and definitely most hilarious women I know – all the while learning and being inspired in what I do. It’s like waking up your heart and mind together, and coming home energized and with fresh perspective. Priceless.
And so, I will work and breathe and pack and work and breathe and pack, and chase kids and organize details here at home in between. The irony isn’t lost on me that one of my most-read posts is on what to bring to a conference. So I refuse to let the crazy win. What I pack, what I remember, what I forget are nothing compared to who I am and what I can contribute just by being mindful.
Suddenly it will be Wednesday and I will be on a plane, with a happy sigh and my sights set on Toronto and everything amazing that awaits me there.
With everything going on, I’ll never quite be ready on the outside. But my heart and mind are ready for whatever Toronto holds for me.
That’s all that matters…
…and the breathing, of course.
Tell me, how is October treating you? Are you rushing through it? Lingering and kicking leaves? Has conference season overtaken you as well?