Somehow I slipped into stretch of weeks that didn't afford me a break. You know how it happens. Each little commitment I made seemed like not-a-big-deal. Then, add in the Hubster's commitments. By the time I actually got around to transferring all our obligations from random scraps of paper and vague recollections to the calendar I was slightly appalled.
You see, I am not THAT person. I am not an over-scheduler. My sweet, wonderful husband loves the thrill of racing from one event to another, but I need a breather between commitments, even fun commitments.
I am a firm believer in Gandhi's quote, "There is more to life than increasing its speed."
I always feel slightly sad for my friends and acquaintances who sigh and reply "Busy, busy, busy." when asked how their summer is going. I admit to feeling a twinge of smugness at my calmer schedule. Now it is time for me to eat some humble pie as I whine about my busyness.
Don't get me wrong. All the things that occupied my days were worthwhile. I had back-to-back trips to Christian camp for a couple of my kids (Each of the four drop off and pick ups was a full day of adventure with me and a car full of kiddos). There was t-ball, soccer and baseball for the kids. There were church commitments, youth group commitments, adoption commitments, medical commitments, speech therapy commitments, social commitments, softball team commitments, blah, blah, blah...
I apologize. If it was boring for me to write that, it had to have been boring to read that.
And the sad truth of it is, I let almost three weeks slip by while running on "I gotta do it" mode instead of "I get to do it" mode. When I am over scheduled, I wasted so many chances for feeling the joy of the moment because I am mentally too busy crossing things off my to-do list.
So I am publicly announcing my re-commitment to keeping a restful Sabbath and my daily lunch hour (I'll explain more about these on a later post). For now, I'm going to sign off, pour myself a mojito and plunk myself down on the couch with a good mystery book.