Slow Down the Hustle Train
Brooke Dilling | @brookefrances
I can’t remember the last time I’ve sat down on my couch. Like, sat down with a blanket and a glass of wine and queued up a movie and didn’t move for three hours. I’m an entire season behind on This is Us. Season two of Stranger Things is still waiting. I don’t even know what other (non-kid) shows are on tv these days. Because I don’t have time to sit down. Heck, I even eat dinner standing up. I run around grabbing food for my kids, looking over homework, loading the dishwasher, and packing lunches for the next morning as I haphazardly shove food into my face. Or I forget to eat. This constant hustle to get things done? Yeah, I'm over it.
My life consists of working, laundry, cooking, cleaning, more cleaning, and picking up after very messy boys. A recent study found the average working mom actually works closer to 98 hours a week, not 40. No wonder I’m freakin’ exhausted.
I’m drowning in my “to do” list. I am tired and uninspired. But God forbid I let that show. As women, we have to pretend that we can “do it all” and not break a sweat. So in addition to my never ending “to do” list I’m also hustling for approval--to be the best employee, friend, mom, involved parent, board member--and maybe trying to fit a date in every once in a while, too.
Something needs to give. Because this hustle we hear so much about, the one we as women increasingly celebrate and strive to conquer? It sucks. And I’m not sure how to slow it down. So today I’m taking a deep breath. I’m struggling to find joy in the chaos. It’s hard. So freaking hard. It’s hard to remember to love this season of my life as I step barefoot on a Lego, or sit on a toilet seat covered in pee, or pull yet another brown apple out of a lunch bag--the lunch bag I got up at 5 a.m. to pack . . . with love.
Can we women slow down the hustle train? Can we get off for awhile? Let's all take the next scenic stop. Preferably to a beach. With margaritas. Who’s with me?