Is writing this blog really the best use of my time?
It’s 11:45pm and we just got back from a family trip. Both kids are asleep and I’m pretty tired. I need to get to bed I think so I can be rested to take care of the kids tomorrow. If I’m not going to sleep, I should at least be doing something useful and holy, like cleaning the kitchen, right? Except here’s the thing: I don’t want to go to sleep, and I don’t want to clean. I want to write. Is that really the best use of my time? Sleep is important. Taking care of kids is important. Cleaning is important(ish). Processing my thoughts and reflecting on my life often feels like a distant luxury rather than a necessity. There are so many things that feel more pressing in order to be a “good wife” or a “good mom.” I didn’t reflect on my day, decisions, motivations, or behavior, but I got the dishes done and the living room cleaned. I didn’t fail at motherhood today! Why is motherhood associated with a flurry of activity to the exclusion of reflection and self-understanding?...