You just got home. Exhausted. Hard day. Boss has been grinding. Clients are painful. Just about had enough. Massive bowl of pasta goes into the microwave. Time to zone out. Gimme that couch. Before you pull out your phone, again, ask yourself: When I was growing up, did my dad greet me with this evening ritual? Do I wish he did?
Reflection
The days are long.
We battle through our work demands, then go home and face another kind of music that requires more presence and patience.
But how do we choose to face it?
Do we rise to the invitation? Or do we subtly decline by tuning out?
An interesting question to ponder is:
What is the message I am sending my family when I arrive home?
Am I comfortable with the message my body language screams:
Please do not talk to me. Leave me alone. I work hard. Give me space.
The years are short.
All these evenings add up. They are your life. What may feel like an earned night of passivity grows into a decade of dreary amnesia.
Until one day, you wake up, distant from the partner who used to be your best friend, the kids you seem to have nothing in common with, and the friends you can’t remember the last time you spoke to.
You wonder:
Where did the time go?
Why do I feel so distant from those I love?
What about the dream I was going to pursue?
The phone is tempting in the moment. You will always have an “important” reason to reach for it.
But what about the tragedy of missing what is right in front of you now? And what won’t always be there…
Your soulmate, your cheeky three-year-old child, your elderly mother, or your darling dog who only has a few good years left.
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My dad worked 7-3 so picked us up from school. He'd have his lunchbox with me on his lap and share it with me.
As we got older, I needed to have the food ready for him when he got home. Not my mum, she doesn't have such delicate blood sugar levels 😆 but that did mean we always had s family dinner. Every day, without fail.
My parents are talkers so .. I hope I offer this same level of communication to my kids one day 🙏🏻