Searching for the 25th Hour


25th hourOftentimes at night, as I lay awake for the last few minutes of my day, I dream about what I would do if I had one more hour in the day. 

Not laundry.

Not workout.

Not get a massage or mani-pedi.

Not scroll aimlessly through social media.

Not even sleep.

If I had a 25th hour in the day, I would use it to exhale. 

Even before COVID, I was known as the energizer bunny to my family and friends. I have always thrived off of being busy. However, as I am heading into my mid-40s, I find myself desiring more peace and calmness. I’m sure the past year has contributed to my new desire to be free from the demands of the real world. Like everyone I know, I long for a break, a vacation, even if it’s just for a few days, away from the daily grind. 

I’ve never been one who meditates or finds joy in visualizing. This desire to exhale is more about giving myself a release. If I had a 25th hour in the day, I like to think I’d finally exhale all the pent-up stress, anger, and sadness stuck inside of me. As a mom, wife, daughter, and teacher, there’s never enough time to do it all. I’m always last on my list. Most days, I don’t even make the list, if I’m perfectly honest. 

In March, we are actually “losing” an hour as we spring forward for daylight savings. Instead of looking at it as a loss of the hour, I will switch my perspective and think of it as gaining an hour—specifically an hour of sunlight. For me, like many, the sun is a natural calming force. With the sun comes sunshine and warmer weather, hopefully sooner rather than later. 

In a way, this might be the opportunity I’ve been looking for to find the 25th hour of the day and to start exhaling finally.

What would you do if you had a 25th hour of the day?

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I'm a full time mom/teacher/wife/daughter who feels pulled in too many directions! My son Michael took over 24 hours to be born, and at 6 months old he was diagnosed with allergies to dairy, eggs, soy, shrimp and wheat... all after my exclusively nursing because I was SO SURE that would help him be a healthy kid. The joke was clearly on me. Luckily at age 1, he outgrew his soy and wheat allergies. Fingers crossed the others will soon follow. In July of 2015 I gave birth to my second son, Christopher. Thankfully he doesn't seem to have an allergies and is pretty happy go lucky. I'm grateful between my husband who doesn't eat any veggies and me always battling my weight makes for 3 meals to prepare every night. No wonder I'm so dang tired! It's a good thing I love to cook and don't require more than 7 hours of sleep since I often get far fewer than that. I am addicted to Scandal and Nashville, but other than that, most nights I'm content to surf Pinterest and pin way too many crafty pins I will never do with my son. I hope readers can relate to me or at least have a chuckle at my expense.


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