I don’t want to be bossy or anything, but here is the most important thing to do today . . .

 

I don’t want to be bossy or anything, but here is the most important thing to do today . . .

It’s Thursday, which I’ve always called “Blursday.” Because I always feel a little blurry and a lot tired on the fifth day of the week. Only this Thursday I’m feeling pretty energized. I got up at six and did a Barre workout. Showered. Guzzled a green juice. Got four kids off to school. It sounds kind of braggadocios. I mean, if I had read this on someone else’s blog back last Thursday I may have rolled my eyes and thought, “Well good for you.” Days, weeks, and feelings can be schizophrenic like that.

What’s going on here is that I’m may just be judging my days based upon what I accomplish. How many to-do’s I can check off my list. What I have to show at the end of the day. If I felt the buzz of being alive and doing what needs doing, versus struggling at the start to get my head off the pillow and to sort out what actually is priority for the day.

And maybe that’s where I get it wrong almost every Thursday, Friday, Monday and Tuesday. What I think is priority isn’t always the real priority. The real priority is love. And, love can’t always be measured and it can never be checked off a list.

My friend Promise tweeted the other day,

“Love people well today, it’s the most important thing you’ll do all day.”

It’s the most important thing you’ll do ALL day. It’s THE most important thing you’ll do all day. Those words keep trailing behind me. Maybe because I don’t quite believe them. Of course I believe in theory, but my actions don’t line up. My actions say, “What I do for you is this most important thing today,” and “What I accomplish makes me feel accomplished.”

Ouch. Maybe this isn’t just a Thursday or a Blursday but a Love day. A day to not just let those words trail behind but to get up in front. To pave the way. To make the path.

“Love people well TODAY, it’s the most important thing you’ll do ALL day.”

My kid’s won’t remember if all the laundry got done today (trust me, it won’t) or whether or not I forgot to sign their permission slip (well maybe they will because kids always remember when you forget). They won’t feel like they were missing something in life because I made tacos instead of Spaghetti. What they will remember about this day, and that day, and the other day that make up their childhood is . . . if they felt loved every day.

This is before me. This is my list. This is my every day “to do.”

(apologies that this post is late in the day, but I’ve been working on my “to do”)

 

image / Karolina Grabowska