even at the week’s start . . .
I just feel so busy lately.
So pressed for time.
Stumbling to the bed every night, too tired to wash my face or to finish a chapter of my current novel.
Neglecting e-mails and phone calls and forgetting friends’ birthdays and kids’ extra assignments.
Not always seeing these little men for the wonders they actually are.
Exhausted, yet endlessly feeling as if I somehow did not get enough done.
As if I should somehow stay up later, do more, work harder.
It has been a tiring season of life.
School.
Preparing for a move. (And by preparing I mean, thinking that I should be preparing, trying to purge possessions and worrying about where everything will or will not fit in a new home.)
Shoot, just living in general. You know?
And I think all this busy is telling me a message.
Slow down.
Say “no” to a few opportunities.
Even a few wonderful opportunities.
Listen to the advice you give your own children.
I recognize that each season of life requires adaptation.
I know that a certain amount of stress and bustling accompanies giant changes like career shifts and home moves.
But I have to keep whittling away on that focus.
Striving for that just-out-of-reach sense of balance.
Because I don’t want to miss the now.
