#BlogSmallJoys: There is Always Light

The sun’s shining, winter’s on its last legs, and this submission to my #BlogSmallJoys series is truly beautiful.

Janet of FreelanceMama.ca submitted this lovely piece. Janet is a freelance writer and communications consultant, and mom to two young children. She blogs about parenting, self-employment, and just about everything in-between. You can also find her on Twitter.

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Thursdays are usually our most chaotic morning of the week. It’s garbage day, for one thing, which doesn’t sound like a big deal, but when you have little kids and 100 other things that need doing, one silly little thing like that can be enough to topple the apple cart, as they say. And every second Thursday — today being one of them — is Cleaning Lady Day.

On Cleaning Lady Days, I run around like a crazy person in the morning, tidying up two weeks x four people worth of clutter so she can clean. I’m sure many of you are familiar with this drill. Usually Husband and I are pretty good at tag-teaming the morning routine. He is normally home and very hands-on, but this morning he was out for an early workout — a new thing of his which I fully support. So I was tending to the herd and doing my bi-weekly scramble at the same time, solo.

Have you ever heard the saying that cleaning up with kids around is like brushing your teeth with Oreos in your mouth? It was that, basically.Let’s just say that I was not the picture of grace and parental calm on this particular morning. By the time Husband walked in the door I had worked myself right up and it wasn’t pretty. After we had all parted ways for the day, I felt bad — for being a jerk to him and, truthfully, for myself a little bit too.

And then I went to yoga. Even though I had a to-do list a mile long, I went. And it turned out to be the perfect medicine for my foul mood. I downward-dogged my stress away, concentrating on the movements and being in the moment.

Finally it was savasana time — the lovely lying-on-your-back part at the end of a practice – and I lay back on my mat as usual. But when I did, I felt the brightest ray of winter sunshine on my face. It was that kind of sunshine that you only get indoors in the winter because of how low the sun is — so bright that you can’t see anything around you and it’s hard to even open your eyes.

It was glorious, and filled me up – with warmth, optimism, gratitude.

When I sat up at the end, I looked around expecting to see everyone else bathed in light too. But nope – there was only one little slice of sunlight in the entire room and it was all mine. Coincidence? I think not. I needed that sunshine today, and somehow the universe knew it.

I left feeling so much better than I had when I came in, and that feeling stayed with me the rest of the day. I was productive, patient, and calm. What a difference a little sunshine — and yoga — makes.

Thanks for sorting me out, universe.

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3 thoughts on “#BlogSmallJoys: There is Always Light

  1. Awesome post – I know exactly the type of sun you’re talking about too…it’s the best!

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