The words come out of my mouth so often, they have become a hymn in our house, a verbal reminder of putting what really matters at the top of the list. Yes, again with the list. I am a recovering addict of the to-do-list. A junkie of the post-it who could spend my days coloring little squares with satisfactory delight.
First things first, I remind myself.
Since when have I disappeared from my list? With everything that needs to be done, washed, written, illustrated, thought of, brought back, unpacked, repacked, ironed (actually no, I don't iron), cooked, filled, called, re-scheduled, and more...
I forget to BE.
To be present to my own needs. To be attentive to the balance of emotions that flow through me like an un-choreographed dance.
To BE is not an item on a list, but a state of acceptance that I matter.