To say that our family is in transition would be an understatement. At times I feel overwhelmed, overworked, crazed and paralyzed. It always seems ironic to me that the more there is to do, the less able I seem to be to do it. I haven’t blogged here since June because I am trying to be gentle with myself. Gentleness is something that I have to remind myself to do- in my experience, it doesn’t appear to come easily for most women.
I have trouble looking at a day that didn’t see my to-do list neatly checked off. I have trouble sleeping when I know I should have loaded the dishwasher. I have trouble appreciating the gift of staying home with my son when I have to read the same book 12 times in a row on the floor at 3 pm when I still haven’t showered or figured out what I am cooking for dinner.
So for now, I have cleared my calendar. I will stay in my pajamas all day, even if it is just because I haven’t caught up with the laundry. I will not run errands all week long. I will cook. I will bake. I will ask for help. I will take after dinner strolls through the park with my son. I will talk to strangers and drink wine and garden. I will be present in the moment instead of worrying about things left undone.
So here’s to living the last days of summer fully, richly and gently.