what this life [today] could be.

A lot of days I just try to survive. More than I would care to admit. There's a distinct monotony to our days that I have settled for.

Wake

Prepare and serve breakfast

Clean up breakfast

Naptime for baby

Playtime with preschooler

Prepare and serve lunch

Clean up lunch

Naptime

Dishes/clean

Kids up = Crazy time

Prepare and serve dinner

Clean up dinner

Playtime

Bedtime routine for kids

Crash on couch for an hour

Sleep

Here's the thing. I don't think the problem is that I've accepted this as my life. Because, let's face it, this is my life right now, for the most part. (And it's a good life.)

The problem is that I see it as monotony. Wearisome and tedious. I have been blind to the potential that each day brings.

Only lately has the curtain been lifting, little by little. I was gripping that curtain to the floor, wallowing in my disheartenment, living vicariously through my favorite blogs and instagrammers and even tv characters (a bit pathetic?).

As I begin to really see, I'm honestly surprised at the possibilities. At the natural effects of living presently and deliberately.

I feel like I'm waking up. That I "just showed up for my own life." (thanks Sara.)