The other day, my four year old granddaughter said midway through dinner, “Mimi, I just hit the ‘soup wall.’ I think I’m ready for sugar-sweets.” Yup. It’s kinda like where all of a sudden you just can’t chew that piece of gum one second longer. Or like today for me, when I desperately need to rid my house of Merry and Bright and exchange it for Clean and Put Back to Right!
I am finding myself simultaneously too tired to move and completely flummoxed at the thought of no major events in my near future. Anyone who knows me knows that I love to plan and coordinate things. And with no less than a dozen events in the last six weeks or so, I am looking at this quite blank new planner with some confusion. I mean, there’s usual life and work, but no birthdays, weddings, guests, parties…
It’s probably time to read a book. Or clean out some weird space in my house. Or replace all my shelf liners. Or dust off my skis. When January/February hits hard with its sameness (the only excitement tends to be driving in blizzards every other day or so), what shall we do? Do you have a plan, or are you okay with less of one? Are you able to relax and do less without going bonkers?
I think I need to find some grace for myself outside of lists and plans; grace that creates space to create and breathe and be.
I saw the following words this morning on a dear friend’s FB post. Thought it appropriate for all of us…
Pat Beebe says
I absolutely love this down time. We will enjoy the Christmas tree for another week, or until all the needles fall off, whichever comes first! My best time of each day is 5:00 a.m. with my first cup of coffee, my morning meditation, and for now, with only the tree lights. I am thinking of 2019 and wondering where it went, even though there were days I wished would hurry up and GO! I am feeling blessed and grateful first, for hubby’s continuing good health, and for medications that I hated to start taking that are now getting my Afib under control. I’ve always wished I were more organized, more disciplined, and I envied those people who always seemed to have thier “poop in a group”! But I seem to be born a “non-organizer”…..trusting that the inspiration will hit me if I am patient. Usually it happens, but right now the basement clutter left over from my parents’ lives is waiting for me to get really brave and start pitching! 3 years is long enough. I just got a video from a friend who had 5 of her 6 kids home for Christmas with their kids too, of course! It was absolute bedlam, and they were all loving it. I replied that whenever I start to think my life is too quiet, I will play that video and breathe a sigh of contentment! We do need one another’s “differences”. So for all of you who have a dozen items on your bucket list, bravo! For me, who so far only has that one in the basement, bravo for me, too! 2020 look out! Here we come, and you won’t know what to do with us!
I have a beautiful mental picture that you created for me with your words — of you snuggled in a blankie by the woodstove in the light of the Christmas tree. Love it. I relate with your feelings of the fastest year with some of the slowest days. :o) Most of all, we will be thankful for all of the blessings and joys of the year, whether it was a great one or a rough one. That’s the secret, isn’t it?
I’m an organizer, mostly (and I say *mostly* because I very much like things in order, but boy, do I have some corners around here!), and I have to be careful not to let that make me and everyone else around me not feel crazy. So, I suppose, we all have to find the balance of *room to create* and a peaceful space — we do indeed, “need one another’s differences” as you so beautifully put it. Bravo to us! Here’s to a grace-filled, gratitude-filled 2020 with a couple happy accomplishments thrown on top like so many sprinkles. :o)
Love this so much. Embracing the quiet is hard for me. Had our final Christmas gathering of 2019 last night. I’m following this good advice & making some space today for quiet to move in…
It is SO hard to sit still. I cannot think of the last time I was in the place — I think it was never. Let’s check on each other, hey? We’ll see if we’re showing ourselves this grace — letting “quiet move in.” (beautiful) :o)
The more Christmas’ go by, the more ‘down’ time after is time for reflection, goal-setting, ‘what’s next’ planning in the quiet – the still of snowfall. I look forward to it more and more. Thanks for great words to describe it
Anne, I love how you pointed out that the older we get (although you said it much more eloquently) the more time we find ourselves with for reflection. Maybe that is exactly what I meant — this season of actually having the time to consider and ponder feels new to me. I’m obviously not alone in that. “The still of the snowfall,” is a beautiful word-picture. Thank you for your contributions to my words. :o)