Last weekend was quiet, good actually.
I read two books – one, a story of inspiration and healing from past hurts – the other, a picture of what heaven may be like.
Reading wasn’t all I did – I bought groceries, scrubbed and vacuumed, washed and dried a pile of laundry… even caught up my ironing.
I’m a little embarrassed to show this: Doug’s favorite place to read and watch TV – his “nest”……………..
….. now looks like this ……………….
…because he was gone most of Saturday. You’ve got to grab opportunity when it smacks you in the face!
He was slightly disoriented when he came home, a little grumbly because I moved his “stuff”, but he liked the table there. He better – I had to drag it down a flight of stairs.
And as if that wasn’t enough…I had time to sort old photos, pay a few bills, pack boxes for yard sale, throw out two large bags of “stuff” (hopefully garbage day comes before Doug reads this)… AND… had two long phone conversations with people I love and miss.
I share this not to brag –although it felt pretty darn satisfying by the time I packed it in Sunday night– but to share my puzzlement with how time works.
Most Fridays I leave work with a list of to-dos. Lists make me feel organized …. on the brink of a major productivity breakthrough.
But when I head for work the following Monday morning I am defeated. The lists are too big, too unrealistic.
Last Friday I had no list at all as I left work. I was list(less), in more ways than one.
I decided to go with the flow…to read when I wanted…do a “chore” as it seemed logical …and maybe RELAX a little. It is summer, after all.
Admittedly, I have a problem figuring out how to relax. I consider “doing things” relaxation – strange as that sounds. I seriously need to try something different… like splash in the water…
…..or smell the roses (dandelions)…….
……and enjoy what each day brings. Period.