I don’t think I’m a very busy person. I feel like I spend most of my time at home in a pretty set routine, which is where I’d like to be spending my time for the most part anyway. I enjoy the quiet in the location I live in, as well as the beauty that surrounds me here.

But, I have people want to come drop stuff off or pick stuff up at my house, or want to come and visit, and that’s when I realize I’m not always home as often as I think I am. I got to thinking about a typical day for me, and it really truly depends on the time of year, the kids, my husband’s job, so many different variables.

Summertime we are here quite often, but not during the middle of the day, and when I am home, if the weather is nice, I am not inside, but out in my garden, or wandering the woods with the dog. Winter I am home and inside much more as I am not a fan of the cold weather, but even then, I find myself out and about much more than I may think I want to be, but it makes the winter pass more quickly so ultimately I enjoy getting out, even in the cold.

I do have a fairly regular routine in the morning, afternoons are more spontaneous. I always read my scriptures in the morning. Most mornings I exercise, I try to get all my regular cleaning done in the morning, and I try to get as much of my mundane business stuff done in the morning so that I have the afternoons free to do fun stuff. Afternoons often involve painting, sometimes running into town, that’s when I generally do my gardening and food preservation, and on occasion, when I’m really in the mood, I will get some deep cleaning done in the afternoon that has been bugging me for a long time, like cleaning out large areas or rooms, or washing windows or something along those lines.

Today I had the opportunity to be home until midafternoon and it was very nice. I was able to get my morning routine done and have my kids help me with weeding in the garden. Later in the afternoon my husband asked if I could drive his truck up to his new jobsite while he drove his work van and had his forklift hauled up by a friend with a big truck and trailer. He needed a ride home. Spontaneous afternoon adventure. I said I would be willing to do that. He then had the kids drive vehicles out to the end of the driveway and I met him out there a few minutes later. I didn’t realize I was going to be towing a trailer behind the truck. Although I’ve done it many times, there’s always this little fear that creeps in initially.

We headed out in a train of work vehicles after the forklift was loaded on the trailer and drove north about 18 miles and then about 6 miles down a side road to the job site. Everything worked great, the trailer always tows well. My anxiety soon subsided. It was a beautiful day, and a beautiful location we arrived at (I hadn’t been to this job site yet). I ended my drive with more confidence in my ability to tow things, although it’ll be enough time in between that I’m sure the anxiety will kick in again next time I have the opportunity.

I love having routine. I am grateful that my mornings have a routine that is almost never interrupted. But I also love having the ability to be spontaneous, like this afternoon. It makes life interesting and enjoyable, and many memories are made, especially when that spontaneity leads to hard things, but getting it done usually ends with more confidence more confident in the end. It was also nice to ride home and visit with my husband, even if it was just for 25 minutes.