The three of us stared at the idling bus like zombies.
We’d managed to get our children onto it in time, but that – and being upright – were about our only accomplishments this morning.
One didn’t feel well. One was loopy from the stress of final exams. I was feeling the effects of a 4:45 wake-up call from my churning stomach.
My husband had already told me to take a nap given my chipper demeanor, but seeing that I wasn’t the only mother not feeling it this morning made me feel a little better.
We all have our reasons, right?
We all walk around on any given day with shit in our eyes, chips on our shoulders, hearts on our sleeves. The stench of puke in our nostrils. The laundry pile that threatens to overtake our youngest. The dirty dishes that make any amount of counter space seem minuscule. The pile of outgoing Thanksgiving decorations next to the tote of incoming Christmas decorations.
Our worries, our fears, our subconscious thoughts that come out in biting words and bouts of disconnectedness.
We’re all too freaking busy.
Could we do with less stuff? Own less clothing? Schedule less things?
All those must-dos are not things we must have to live – at least not enjoyably.
I think in this season of quiet pinpricks of light amidst a world of darkness, it’s time to take stock of what we really value in our lives – and make time for those people, traditions, ways of being. We must fan the flames of our hearts and exude joy among the drudgery.
And if you’ve got any tips on how to do that, let me know 😉