I’ve noticed that each time I’m busy, something goes out the window.
Earlier, one of the first things I dropped on rushed days was going to the gym. If Zach was ill, or had exams, it was good enough an excuse to not go. Too tired, conserving energy... you know the routine.
Now, when I’m busy, I miss blog posts. I was looking at the blog yesterday, and I noticed that it’s been
I like to think of it as pruning. I’m slowly learning to not sweat the small stuff. You guys know I am no longer taking up Zach’s studies, so I no longer know the std VII textbooks by heart. And although it is difficult for me to sometimes not plunge in – especially when he is looking through the book and no doubt inventing something in his head (so like his father) – I restrict myself to being around and providing snacks and encouragement. And the occasional nagging session.
Likewise I am letting go in the house. Three of my good vases have been broken in as many months. The sofas both show signs of juvenile occupation, and of Zach’s current preoccupation with peanut butter and
It all comes down to, finally, the things that are important to each of us. For me, I have come to realise, people matter most. We visit Kevin’s parents almost every weekend, and spend periods of time with mine at least thrice a year and speak every two or three days; this is really important to us. I don’t speak to Mohan often enough, but I will change that. You are hereby warned, Mohan!
|Auntie Monthie Lasrado|
I am not proud of the fact that I can be absent-minded enough to bewilder people by greeting them effusively one day and looking through them the next. I know it hurts me when I am ignored (and I apologise if I have done it to you). I know I must answer emails when I get them from friends – because though I mean well, and want to write well-thought-out replies, a quick dashed-out response is better than no response at all when I later forget. I know I must make time for older people when they are alive so I am not overwhelmed by regret at funerals. I know I must make the effort to phone people even when there is no need, and send my nephews and nieces little inconsequential things in the post – because I remember the thrill of receiving something unexpected in the mail. I must smile, because I loved being at the receiving end of Uncle Tom’s smile. I must show I care: because it’s no use just my knowing I do.
Three months into the year, my new resolution: Simplify so people get priority.
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