I’ve been working since my second year of college – so yes… a little over 15 years non stop but the occasional 20 days a year I would travel and relax .
I’m used to get things done, I’m a planner, I’m super active.
I’d wake up and go for a run, go to work, take care of the house, hit the gym, cook dinner, go to yoga… and of course have time to sit down and relax with my husband by the end of every looooong but super productive day.
I thought I’d be so bored during maternity leave with all that “free time”.
I thought I could start a new business in between feeds, walks in the park and my everyday yoga
I thought I could write a blog.
It’s been 12 weeks.
There’s no free time.
I feel like I don’t get anything done.
There isn’t really a way of measuring my accomplishments – but there’s no greater accomplishments than the “nothing” I’ve been doing in the last 12 weeks, the “nothing” I’m doing today, and the “nothing” I’ll do tomorrow.
The way my son looks at me, the smile he gives me with every silly face I make, the feeling of holding his little body against mine …
I’m pretty sure no mother has ever looked back on this time and thought, “I wish I had held my baby less.”
So, doing nothing has been pretty sweet …
