We Have the Gift of Time in This Moment

What will you do with it?

We have fears, anxieties, other people’s voices in our heads telling us what we can’t do. But are these opinions even based on facts? What would you have to clear out of the way in order to start pursuing your dreams today? Whose voice would you have to quiet down in your head so that you can pursue your vision? Picture what you want. What are the specific steps to getting there? What does it feel like to accomplish that dream? Who is included in that dream and who is not? Who supported you no matter how difficult it got and who only spoke negatively about what you wanted to accomplish? How would your life change if you pursued what you wanted? Where would you live and who would you live with? What would rest look like?

We have the gift of time only in this moment. We make guesses and assumptions about how much time we have, but we really don’t know, do we? We think of reasons and difficulties, obstacles, and barriers of why we can’t accomplish what we’d like that also is time spent, but is it being spent in the way that you want? 

What will you do today with the gift of time? It doesn’t have to be a big huge thing. It could be that you complete something small to get to your larger goal. Whatever it is, know you have this moment to honor what you’d like to pursue.

The Plight and Beauty of the Eldest Daughter

If you’re the eldest daughter, you are likely the keeper of the family. It’s an important role, I suppose. It’s also a very exhausting role. Not only are you seen as the confident, capable, responsible one, but you own it. You own all of it, the title, the diligence, the hyper-vigilance, and the silent heaviness intrinsically tied to it.

I commented on Eldest Daughter Syndrome in Newsweek magazine, and the many ways it can have us feeling like a walking contradiction. We are expected to protect younger siblings, the home, family reputation and sometimes our parents, even from each other. We are to do it with grace, a smile and look radiant all the while. The charge is grand, grandiose really. But we do it because it is all we’ve ever known.

Despite the burden, there is a beauty that comes along with being the eldest. First born children are often conscientious and driven to excel in school, career and relationships. They are solution-based and diligent. We dive into high stress situations and figure out how to resolve them. We get shit done.

The tragedy is that we feel a sense of restlessness and angst even when there is nothing to do, nothing to fix, nothing to complete. Yet, when we aren’t doing things, we ourselves may feel incomplete. We create tasks to work on, to finish, to produce. The doing feels perpetual.

Rest is a luxury, we tell ourselves. Mindfulness is a mirage. But these ideas are false. They were taught early and as a part of a larger system where girls and women must care for and nurture others. We are told it is our identity.

Yet, we can preserve the beauty of this role and embrace the ways it has strengthened us. To do so, we must leave the toxicity behind. It’s not a simple thing when how we perform seems to be intrinsically connected to who we are. But so many things are paradoxically connected. Our true work now is to pull it apart. And this is how we begin.

Permission is powerful. Allow yourself to shift away from unhealthy learned messages, even if uncomfortable at first. Guilt and shame may rise just as you try to push back against long-reinforced ideas, but that doesn’t mean these feelings are accurate. Remain curious about why you feel what you feel, and whether those are learned ways to feel or whether they’re valid.

Increase in your sense of presence. Move with mindfulness to connect with what you truly desire out of a situation, relationship or interest. In each moment, ask yourself if it is bringing you joy, not whether it’s what others expect of you.

Separate what needs to get done versus what you’d like to do. Often eldest daughters have had to handle talks out of necessity but less often are asked what we want. Ask yourself what you’d like to do rather than what you have to do. The have to’s aren’t going anywhere. Fiercely make space for what you want.

Embrace rest. Maybe you don’t want to do anything at all. Maybe staring at a tree, reading, walking without a destination, is what rest looks like for you. Do that. And do it even despite the guilt, until it starts to fall away. And it will. Because much of the guilt we feel is not real, it’s induced. Resting is not selfish. It is balance.

Honor all you’ve done, how loving you have been, how well you’ve cared for others and know that this very moment is for you. The past is gone. The future hasn’t happened. Right now is everything we have. Rest daughter, in this moment. You’ve done the work.

A note: Although I’m speaking specifically about eldest daughters, it is sometimes a younger daughter or only child who must take on the position of the eldest for various reasons. Sometimes, it may even be a younger male in the family who takes on the role of the eldest, although this is rare just because of the structure of most cultures and views of females. Either way, those placed in the role of eldest may hold a deep sense of care and responsibility for others and the outcome of circumstances. For all carrying this weight, I wish you rest and care.

Are You a Chai Alchemist Too?

I am the Chai Alchemist. When I was a little girl, the thing that made me most proud was to make the perfect cup of chai. I’d heat up the water in a steel pot and throw in the gritty chai grounds. The two boiled almost to the rim of the pot before I’d add the milk and spices, cardamom, clove, sometimes turmeric and a little bit of ginger too. Maybe black pepper.

It started out as something I was taught to do. Someone came over, we served them chai. Usually at least snacks too, if it was a more impromptu visit and definitely a whole meal with sides for the sides if it was planned. But at the very least, our guests couldn’t leave without having a cup of chai.

I knew that if someone was coming over, I’d have to get in that kitchen and start up the pot. Funny how of all the things I was made to do, this was one of the rare things I intrinsically loved to do. It was one of those rare times when everyone left me to my alchemy and when no other responsibility override the making of chai. The ceremony of it was honored.

I liked how everything else stopped. Because often, nothing stopped. Everything went by with lightning speed. The talking, the yelling, the organizing, the cleaning, everyone in the house shifting around, all the time. No one knew what it meant to be still, to revel in the peace that silence offered.

But when guests came, my parents were anchored in sitting with them. It was nice to see them do nothing else but have conversation. It kept them from worrying, fussing, rushing, running.

Making chai anchored us.

We all need it, anchoring. We need to pause, to sit in silence, to reflect, to hear our precious breath. We all need some form of making chai. We are all chai alchemists.