For the past several months, I’ve felt an increasing need to make space in my life. Instead of running from work to planned evening activities to bed and starting over, I want to have space in my calendar.
Lots of space.
Space to be available for my husband, my daughter, and my friends—on a minute’s notice. Space to get absorbed in writing or playing the piano. Space to sit quietly and do nothing.
I lost a dear friend six months ago. There was a voice in my head telling me to call him for weeks before he died. But I was always too busy. I knew the phone call would last at least a couple of hours—because it had been too long since we talked. I finally called one Sunday afternoon and left a voice mail. Three days later, I got a late-night call that he passed away unexpectedly.
I am working on letting go of this—and it’s taking time. But I know that in order to let go, I must make something good of it.
So now I have a new resolve to be available. To reach out to people when the voice inside tells me to. To not be one of those “let me see if I can pencil you in” people.
Because life is short and family and friends are the most important. Not work. Not social media. Not projects. Not even this blog.
I’ll disappoint some people along the way. Say no to a lot of demands on my time. Maybe even lose some followers on social networks.
It’s OK, because I’m making space. And it’s good.