This year of rhythm is teaching me oh so well. It's crazy cool how all it takes is a little focus and reassessment of priorities to debunk and de-clutter the innards of life. Life speaks to us all if we let it I like to think. It sings out choruses rich & deep. On repeat for a reason. I am hoping that I am making the time be it precise or in a pinch to stop and chime in with my iamsoanaltobutwishiwasasoprano voice off key & all.
The world around me is slow. I choose for it to be. Slow in the sense that I do my best not to over commit to social gatherings. Do you know how hard this is being the Chatty Cathy that I am? I could easily be in like 3 women's groups, on 2 separate committees and if that church we're visiting ain't careful, you might just hear a shrill alto-squeezed-soprano from the good ole choir loft.
I have always been an all or nothing gal. I can't start something unless I know it is, without a doubt, my damn best. This blows on several levels to be quite frank with you. I have this conversation at times with myself and it goes a little something like this {Thank you, RUN-DMC and Aerosmith}: "Meg, don't go so deep and be strangled by the life of an overachiever. Chilax for a hot minute. If the boys aren't read to everyday, the world will still rotate. If the first draft a new design is a wash, there will be another. If Kenny Cobble wants McDonald's chicken nuggets for dinner, roll with it, damnit." I am finding my year of rhythm reminding me that my journey is worth just what I put into it. They work and the joy.
And there is joy in my gifts. Joy in my passions too. I need be reminded of this as my laughter is precious. My smile is too. To myself and to others. My time used for listening and living out with people I love dear needs a little more attention. This rat race is mine. I am the pace car. Heck, I even love cheese.
Note to self.
.mac :)
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