Sunday afternoon on the front porch, listening to an occasional rumble of distant thunder, is blissful. After a busy week last week, and an overnight trip to my sister's, I am primed for a Sunday afternoon on the porch.
On Friday, after working three nights, my youngest three and myself drove to Mercersburg PA. Amy needed to get there as she is a camp jr. counselor this coming week. Ryan was going to play with his buddy Shane who also lives at the camp. Heather came along just because she wanted to, and I was the willing driver. Besides I wanted to see my sister Valerie, her husband Eric, and my nephew Sam.
I didn't feel really well on Friday, even after sleeping for a little while in the morning. After we got to camp, I was just queasy, really cold, and just "off". I hate being sick, especially the "of the stomach variety" kind of sick. I would doze off, but my dreams were filled with work-related dreams, not restful ones. You know how you fall asleep and wake with a jerk? That's what I kept doing, and when I looked at the clock, it would be mere seconds or minutes that had passed, even though it felt like much longer.
I am a big baby about not feeling well. I just wanted someone to pity me, rub my feet, give me a back rub and make me tea.
I don't know for sure, but I think it was a case of being simply over-tired. Physically weary and brain-tired. Once I fell asleep for the night that night, I did sleep pretty good until about 10:00 the next morning. I awoke feeling rested and hungry. And grateful.
I was grateful that I needed to take Amy to camp because it gave me an excuse to be somewhere where I didn't have to clean, cook or go to work. I read a book. I listened to music. I played a game. I didn't think about logging 10,000 steps on the pedometer. Instead I rested.
Today is Sunday. I slept until 10:00 again, got up and went to church. After a fundraiser meal at the church, we came home and I thought, why not enjoy the porch? Continue the book (which is due at the library tomorrow by the way, so I have to read it. Shucks.) which I have already renewed once because I never just take the time to read. Unless you count in the evening when I fall asleep after one page, which, in my book (ha ha) doesn't really count.
I am now sipping a coffee, listening to "a haunting tapestry of. . . harp, bagpipe, violin, piano, guitar, and the whispers of the moors." My feet are up, my mind is being rested, my soul is being renewed. I want to be ready to face the week which is ahead of me. It is easy to see all the things that fill my week and feel like it is hopelessly busy. Instead, I need to look at those pockets of time where I can pause, I can take a breath, I can wander through my gardens, I can sit, I can just do nothing for a minute.
If I learned nothing else this past week, I learned that I am not invincible. I can do too much. I can set my ambitions too high, and I need to take breaks so that the balance in my life is maintained. Today I am getting back on the balance beam.
Love,
Dianne
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