My husband laughed last night when I said, “It’s so much work just being alive.” I was describing my day, in which I’d awakened with a list in my head of all the things I was going to get done, and by the end of the day, only half of them were completed.
In the middle of responding to e-mail, I remembered I needed to reschedule my dentist appointment. Which reminded me I had to fill out and scan pages and pages of “new patient” info for a new doctor I’m trying. Which reminded me we’re almost out of coffee, so I hopped over to the website of our local coffee maker and placed an order. Which reminded me I needed to get one get well card, one sympathy card, and one wedding card in the mail that day.
Before you knew it, it was time to prepare dinner.
And I’m the lucky one right now. I don’t have a senior graduating from high school this year or a child getting married. I’m not trying to sell my house or complete a grad degree. I’ve just got the “usual” life messes to deal with, and that feels like enough!
There was a time when I was convinced I could do it all. I completed that list, even if it meant staying up past my bedtime, or giving up my reading time, or eating lunch at my desk. No more. I mentioned earlier that when I finished my chores yesterday, it was time to start dinner. Only I didn’t. I went outside…
