the art of being intentional

There is no doubt about it, being intentional is an art. I underestimated the task. The phrase “being intentional” has a somewhat fixed nature to it, I found, but the truth is, it is so dynamic.

It takes practice, planning and presence (I accidently created 3P’s) and they constantly need to be refined.

What I want today or even this morning, might change to what I want and need in the afternoon.

I soon realised that this art requires several check-ins daily and sometimes even more. Now you may read this and think either ‘Leanne, you are doing it wrong’ or ‘Leanne, this sounds like hard work and it is not for me’. I had both of these reactions to myself, but then I realised it was like a muscle that needed to be trained.

After having kids, my ability to put myself first, has significantly diminished and for some women it doesn’t even have to kids, it could also just be, they have never had the time. Yet, as difficult as it has been, it has also been enriching in so many ways.

It has forced to slow down sometimes, take a breath, take a break. It has pushed me to question if the path that I am on or the decisions I am about to make is the right one and most importantly, it helps me to choose how I spend my time and energy.

The more I practice, the easier it gets. I can’t claim that I am there yet, but I don’t need to be, to enjoy the journey.