I am not someone who likes to break routine and I particularly like to maintain a strong mealtime routine for our family.
However, keeping up my regular yoga practice can be tricky over the school holidays so I decided to give a 6pm class a go.
I worked out a contingency plan. Sending hubby a happy reminder to be home on time while planning out dinner in my head.
I had all bases covered. Kids cared for, meals prepped and I would be back by 7.15pm to cook dinner.
A bit late but I was proud to be mixing it up. Breaking from my rigid routine and curiously trying out a new Hot Yoga class.
The class was amazing. I thoroughly loved it and felt I really achieved my best in each pose as I sweated it out on my mat.
I skipped out the door, mat rolled under my arm and a grin stretched across my face until I glanced at the clock in the car, 7.40pm. NO WAY!!!!!
I grabbed my phone, Yep 7.40pm.
Where had all that time gone?
It hit me…….. the 6pm class is a 90 minute class. 90 minutes that felt like 50.
I could not believe that a class that long, could feel so short and just how much more I enjoyed it.
No wonder I felt like I had eased fully into each pose, I had more time.
I began to feel that prickly panic rise up from my gut.
Dinner, kids, it is late, Aagghhhhhh!!!!
Selfish Mum has been gallivanting around at yoga while her kids lay at home starving.
Yep, I was catastrophising this moment to the max.
I raced in the door, flinging the wok on the stove while simultaneously grabbing vegetables from the fridge.
Sorry, sorry I am calling out. You must all be starving.
I look around to see the kids clean and in pyjamas happily watching a movie and my husband walking over to put his arm around me and ask if he could help with dinner?
No one was starving, how could they be, they are in a house full of food.
Everyone was okay.
Later that night, after dinner and a hot shower, I reflected on how restored and at ease I felt.
This 6pm, 90 minute class was exactly what I needed and yet if I had realised it was a 90 minute class I would never have gone.
I would have exaggerated the effects on my family, put there needs first and talked myself out of it.
Denying myself the chance to explore the benefits for me.
Do you ever analyse the effects of your ME time on those around you?
Do you worry about what may happen if you break routine, step away for a while or leave those who count on you to look after themselves or to wait?
Is YOUR life in a holding pattern, while waiting for the perfect time to miraculously appear for YOU?
Are you waiting to do the things you most want to do.
There is no perfect time, there is however NOW.
Could NOW be your perfect moment in disguise?
Instead of holding back this week, why not give those things you most want to do a go.
Treat each moment as an experiment, book it in, make it happen and you too my be pleasantly surprised.