In the name of my blog, have you noticed how “life” is the last one in the list? I will be the first to admit that “law” and “mom” dominate my time, with “wife” a sad third, and “life” getting the scraps. I’m not complaining – I love my work, I love my kids, and I love my husband. However . . . every so often it is SO MUCH FUN to put “life” first.
This past weekend, my law school roommate got married. She and I are from completely different worlds – she grew up in Long Island and Manhattan, while I was raised in a small Midwest farming town. When we would visit each others’ homes, we always felt like we were in a totally different world. It was so much fun to share our experiences. Unfortunately, our paths diverged after graduation, and we haven’t seen each other much since.
When I got the invitation to her wedding, there were a million reasons why I couldn’t go. Anyone with kids knows the end of May/beginning of June is a tsunami of end of school events. That weekend, we already had a baseball tournament, two birthday parties, and my husband was going to be out of town. But, for once, I put “life” first and said I would come. I lined up a sitter, booked my ticket, and off I went.
This was the best decision I have made in a while. I didn’t know how much I needed a weekend of self-care. I walked the streets of New York at my own pace, and went where I pleased. I had my hair blown out at Drybar, I shopped, I drank coffee. I laid in a king sized bed overlooking Central Park and ate chocolate. I attended the most fantastic wedding of my entire life. I danced for hours, I drank a tiny bit too much, and I ate breakfast sitting on a bench in Central Park.
This weekend was a reminder that putting myself first every so often is okay – in fact, it is important. I returned to my family feeling rejuvenated, and more like myself than I have felt in a long time.
I guess we are always learning, right? I am hoping this lesson sticks!