The importance of conscious reflection: Identify lessons learned
Last week, my family spent 3 nights in a lovely mountain cabin. This cabin had no tv, no internet and no cell service. Seriously. I found myself going to check my phone during our stay. I realized that I rely on my phone for everything.
My husband and I would be talking and I would have the urge to go “google” something. I would think that my daughter would love a new book because her favorite Easter book from last year broke (well she ripped it but whatevs) and I had an urge to quickly get on Amazon and buy a new one. Prime all the way. I noticed an urge to look at Instagram when nursing or just chilling because it's sooooo hard to just chill. Like really chill. Here's what I learned about myself:
I rely on my phone for EVERYTHING. Period.
I notice urges to reach for my phone and I know that I can be aware of these urges at home too and reduce mindless phone usage.
I feel anxious in the mountains (well I love them really and could never live away from them but I am petrified of animals! I grew up in the flat corn fields of Indiana-no bears there. I seriously thought about bears all the time. I am not an ‘off the grid live in the mountains with bears’ kind of gal) oh well.
I can make myself laugh. Like a lot. Over ridiculous stuff.
My husband and I can entertain ourselves with making funny faces. Over and over. Until we're hysterical. Seriously.
I still get grumpy. Even in a quaint mountain cabin. This girls got limits. Nowhere is perfect. The scenery is just a part of the story, it's in the background. I am the star and I can shine or not shine anywhere.
We use distractions. So many distractions. It took some time to get out of the “what will we do without tv and internet” mode. I haven't read books since becoming a momma and yes I consider reading to be a distraction, too.
My daughter is just as happy playing with a few chosen books and toys and doesn't need tons of toys to entertain her. She enjoyed hours of fun going through the cupboards.
I was ready to come home. I loved this time away, but I was ready to get back to it. I love my life. Each day is a gift and I'm grateful to do my work and honor my purpose. Yay me!! (It's ok to be your biggest cheerleader).
As we were driving back home, I felt the wave of stress return. I should point out that our current lives are not that stressful. I am blessed beyond measure to live a life of ease, but there are times of stress that creep in and guess what? It was still there when I got home. I still had calls to make, notes to write, and bills to pay. I still had tears driving by the ranches and seeing the cows, knowing the path that's been chosen for them (vegan all the way. My husband thinks my emotional moments are entertaining, but I disagree.)