There are articles to write and dishes to do and kids to teach and teeth to brush and checkbooks to balance and chickens to feed and people to contact and presents to buy and costumes to make. The list, ostensibly, could go on infinitely.
And this list, my list, well, it's not even bad. Add any number of things to the list—things like being chronically or critically ill, raising additional children (my grandmother raised 8...I have no words), being a single parent, traveling for work—and my 'to-do' list seems like a walk in the park.
And the thing is, I'm not saying that any of these things—these things that compound that busy-ness that is so prevalent in our society—are unimportant. But I am saying that in the quest to cross things off of our list, we are at risk of forgetting what's the most important.
Recently, it found its way to our kitchen counter. Then to my planner. And that's where it's staying.
Not just because my now eleven year old son was an adorable baby (though clearly, this isn't up for dispute...right?), but because, like all things precious and wonderful, it went by quickly. So quickly, in fact, that I forgot to remember to be grateful. To enjoy the moment. To say 'Mahalo'.
I forgot to remember the reason behind all of the doing, doing, doing.
For me, it's family, yes, but just as important is having a family, or friends, or a job you love and you're good at, or a creative life...just as important as those things are to me, and potentially to you...if we can't take the time to enjoy them, what exactly are we doing?
There are so many things on the checklist...so many ways to constantly better ourselves, our careers, our families...that we sometimes forget to remember the really important things. The only things, really. Because it if weren't for those things—the reason, whatever it is, that you wake up in the morning, that you do what you do--if it weren't for them, why would you be doing any of it?
As for me, it's time to take my own advice. To remember to stop and enjoy my family instead of always planning for us. To celebrate each word written instead of cramming as much in as possible before deadlines. To honor the journey instead of constantly ticking items off the checklist on my way to the destination.
Instead of forgetting to remember, I'm challenging myself to remember to forget all the crap, all the extraneous nonsense that takes me away from the people and dreams that mean the most.
Remember to forget. So much better than forgetting to remember.