When growing up, we stuck to a strict schedule of chores and school work. My mother went so far as to have me write a book report over the summer so I wouldn't lose my edge. While The Wind in the Willows was an entertaining read, it wasn't my idea of a summer vacation. I may be able to thank her Yugoslavian roots for that. Rest in Peace, Grandpa V. Thankfully, the good Doctor also prescribed at least one hour a day outside for his loved ones so I got plenty of mom-sanctioned play in! In the words of Jack Torrance, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."
If I slept in past 10 a.m. on a Saturday, my father would taunt me by telling me I was being lazy. And why wouldn't he? He was up with the sun working on the farm all day until dinner called him home. This was after a 40+ hour white collar work week plus evening hours on the farm. He would tell me, "You gotta make hay while the sun shines, Tamara!" Remembering the hard work he put in to creating a better life for us has served me well when working long weeks. I feel as though I am honoring a part of him by continuing to strive and not letting myself get too lazy. Though lazy sure does feel good sometimes!
In all of this, we still found balance. We took annual trips to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan where waterfalls were waiting to be admired, the bass were waiting to be caught and the sweet wild blueberries were waiting to be picked. We took many trips to Florida, where they now spend much of the winter. We also went to the beach together nearly every summer weekend as soon as our morning gardening and household chores were done. I work hard so that when I have down time, I can play hard and not have to worry about what's waiting for me back at home. Because I did it already. This balance serves me well as I navigate my path in life.
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