sunday morning, busy…
I’ve read so many books and written so many words this weekend that it’s all running together. It’s a busy season for me. Two online classes, increased responsibility at work, book club, editing my own book, and rehearsing for the Vagina Monologues. That’s a lot. But I like the busyness; I like having almost too much to do. It keeps my mind from becoming the devil’s playground. It keeps me from fantasy and imagination. It keeps me in reality.
So here I sit, on a cool 43° Sunday morning, writing. There is no place I would rather be, nothing I would rather be doing. I think of all the things that need to be done and I want to run and do them all at once. That’s impossible. I’ll tackle one thing at a time, making sure that my time is occupied. The busyness helps me to sleep better. The busyness allows me to appreciate those moments when I have the time to sit still and listen. The busyness will never find me complaining.
The one thing I never want to become is someone who loses kinship with busyness. I never want to find myself sitting alone, moving from room to room in my home, looking for busyness. I embrace all that busyness brings, and invite more. God has never given me more than I can handle. So during these times, I simply resolve to do. There is no other way I would have it.
Rolling in the deep…
~ M
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