This is a really busy season. I have a tendency to overwork myself in busy seasons; just put my shoulder to the grindstone (or is it my nose?), keep pushing, and don't look up until I collapse. I'm trying to learn better self-care, because collapse isn't exactly enjoyable, and historically it's times like this that I totally neglect myself (with exception of feeding myself somewhat nutritionally--the diabetes requires it, brushing my hair and teeth daily and showering at least every third day).
Recently, when I was at Hobby Lobby shopping for a specific fabric for grandbaby #8's quilt, and a few teen-bedroom type decor things for K3's 13th birthday present, I bought a little something for myself. I know that when I'm going all balls (because that's how I've operated for decades during busy seasons--even if those seasons are years long) I tend to get a little less than happy. And when I'm less than happy, that's when the complete and total overwhelm (and thoughts of trashing it all and running away) kicks in.
So, when I saw this little block, I bought it. And put it on the windowsill behind the kitchen sink where I'll see it daily, especially when doing the dishes (my most hated chore; I'd rather scrub toilets than put my hands in dishwater).Because I do. I do love the life DH and I have built. Sometimes it's crazy. Sometimes it's overwhelming. And the work of building is definitely not totally completed yet. But it's what we wanted: the land, the horses (well, I wanted horses, DH not so much), the garden, the large (and getting larger!) family.
I just need to remember that when I find myself focusing on all the undone tasks, or the (not so) emergency help my kids call on me for with the grandkids at the last minute. I love the life we've built.
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