Where do I even start this post? The beginning is a natural choice but it would be entirely too long to start from there….so let’s start at the end.
We all have 168 hours in our weeks.
Depending on how your body runs you may need more or less sleep. I need more. Plus. I’m making a baby currently and that is exhausting work! So I’m sleeping 9 hours a day. I am so done with sleep shaming myself into 7 or 6 hours of sleep a night. So I’m asleep 63 hours a week.
That leaves me with 105 hours.
I work for all of the reasons and I choose to love it for around 28-32 hours a week.
Which leaves me with 72-77 hours of flow.
I should confess right out of the gate that I’m a planner junkie. Seriously. I’ve had them all and I loved them. I would get to September straight giddy for a new season of planners. And pens. I love pens too. I remember my first planner. It was provided by the school in 7th grade. I loved that thing. In college my love for planning (and over-committing) really took hold. My life was “booked” in 30 minute increments. For 18 years that is. Until about a month ago when everything changed.
I’ve been a fan of Jess Lively since before she was Jess Lively, I have the braille necklace and just keep going bag to prove it. So when she started to live in the FLOW of her life, when her travels took her to far off places, when her world went from “efficient” and “productive” to flowy and vibrantly rich of goodness I took note. Longly. From my house. In upstate NY. Surrounded by a beautiful family (2 cats, 2 dogs, handsome husband, 2 kids, 1 on the way) that left me feeling like there was exactly zero room for that flowy vibrantly rich adventuring life that I was watching my friend live through a small porthole in the internet.
One day, I thought.
In 18+ years.
There will be….well, who knows what will be at that point.
And I got bummed. A little envious (not in a negative way but in an inspired and yet stuck way). And then I said. Well. What CAN I do now.
So we had an unplanned weekend. And we went with the flow.
There was no hustle. There was a list of things I’d like to see happen at some point but no RACE, no PERFECT time, no deadline and certainly no hustle. It was all flow.
I was hooked. I imagine this is what it feels like to have a Krispy Kreme in your neighborhood.
That next week I wanted to burn ALL my work to the ground. Didn’t want to do a bit of it. FLOW please, just flow, no deadlines, please! But alas, that is not a reality that I live in today.
So I set out to find how much flow I COULD live in. And that is how the math above happened. And how Jess and I had a really fun conversation about Flow and likely why you’re here today.
Hi! I’m Cass. I’m a real person. Which means I’m flawed, I will say things that not everyone likes or agrees with (my kids remind me of this daily), I try hard, I give excellent hugs, I will go to battle for my people and for a long time I thought I was MISSING something. It wasn’t at Target (I looked), or on Amazon (looked there too), I tried the online classes (some better than others) and I’ve read a host of self-help books and they all agreed: Something was missing.
But they weren’t entirely right. What was missing was room. Space. Time. It wasn’t that there wasn’t ENOUGH in my life to have Flow. It was that there was entirely TOO MUCH.
So now, I’m living with Flow. I still tell my kids to pick up the toys, the laundry is at a level of doneness I can tolerate, the vacuum has been used and we’re all going to eat dinner…so I’m calling it a win.
And I’m happier. It can feel scary. To put away the 30 minute blocks of time. So we’re going to talk about it more. Follow along, subscribe, be a part of this community. There is such goodness in this group of women. You’ll be better for the experience.
Welcome. How are you? And exhale.