Searching for the 25th Hour

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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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Maria is a full-time mom, teacher, wife, daughter, and sister, who feels pulled in too many directions! Her older son Michael took over 24 hours to be born, and at six-months-old was diagnosed with allergies to dairy, eggs, nuts, soy, shrimp, and wheat…all after exclusively nursing because she was SO SURE that would help him be a healthy kid. Luckily at age 1, he began to outgrow some of his allergies. Fingers crossed the others will soon follow because that plus a husband who doesn’t eat any veggies and Maria always battling her weight makes for three meals to prepare every night. Luckily, Christopher, her younger son, is a cooperative eater! As someone who has always been committed to making positive change, Maria uses her privilege and position as an educator and mom to work toward a most anti-racisit, equitibile, and inclusive world. Recently, Maria has even started getting up at 5am to workout in her basement. (Thank you pandemic living!) She is addicted to reading chicklit on her Kindle app in the dark, most Trader Joe’s products, and watching TikToks.

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