You learn a lot about yourself at 5:00pm after a long day with somewhere to be in the following hour and a dinner to throw together in that time frame.
Or maybe that’s just me. A couple days ago.
I don’t handle rushing very well. Perhaps it’s a good thing that I enjoy being punctual, but a character flaw in that I err on the side of freaking out internally when tasks are more hurried than I’d like them to be.
I get moody. Quiet, though my head still spins from the day.
It occurred to me, as I made pumpkin waffles for dinner (a great recipe, if a little high-maintenance), that I am a better version of myself when I have even ten, fifteen minutes when I get home to sit. Decompress. Talk to husband and love on my pup.
Because all those things are compromised when I don’t take that time. Lord knows I can’t read a recipe and pay attention to anything else simultaneously.
It’s like our souls need time to recalibrate. Maybe for me that’s every day at 5. Regardless, I’m beginning to pay attention to my character at the end of a long day, and I don’t always like what I notice.
The best version of myself arrives when the mess and stress have time to fade away before jumping into the next thing.
Do you like who you are at 5:00pm?