Holy-moly, when my kids come home, and the house is full of people with different ideas of how the day should go, and things they want to make, or shop for, I shift entirely away from who-I-am and become who-I-am-for-them. This is not as selfless as it sounds, because to be honest, I love that person too, and it is fun! They bring new projects, and young energy. They can help with tech things, or dye my hair (thanks Lucy). They give me a reason to go into NYC, or eat potato chips.
When they are away (my son is always home still) we settle into a quiet productive groove, and I have weeks of consistency – working on my information products, coaching clients, coming up with new ideas for books, promotions and products.
As Freddy, my son says: “It’s fine when they’re gone, but better when they’re here.” When the girls are here, and everyone is home all day, WHAMO, my work self is shelved. It is not an exaggeration to say, I fail to take my perscriptions when they’re here. My “other” self might as well be locked away in an office in Manhattan – it feels so far away.
So I’m shifting back, uurrtt. Remember how tense and pressurey life was just four short days ago? It’s back.
Dig in. This is my other family – thoughts, ideas, writing, radio, a community of clients and coaches and writers… it’s equally engrossing. Lucky me.
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