I wrote this post many moons ago when I was in the early years of motherhood and trying to navigate those endless days. I sat down during one of my daughter’s naptimes, exhausted, and got a cup of tea, a notebook and a pen and just started writing. This is what came out onto the page. My words here, however, can apply to any busy season of one’s life. I hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading :)
I stare out the window, overwhelmed by my to-do lists. Looking out that window, smudged dirty with fingerprints. I drink my tea and add "clean the windows" to my never-ending paper with hand-written tasks.
I long for some fresh air, but instead I am covered in dust. Cleaning out the space that will soon no longer be mine. I look to the future, but it is murky, and I feel like a rubber band, pulled to its limits.
I drink my tea and breathe in its aroma, honey mixed with chamomile. It calms me and I feel peaceful. The whirlwind that continues to swirl around me, I just let it unfurl.
Busy, busy, busy, like some demented bee, flying about from flower to flower. Pollinate, move on. Hive to hive, must get it done. Must complete the task.
Oh, but my wings are tired. I should keep flying.
But not right now. I need a break.
So, I'll just sit here and drink my tea... and stop being a busy bee.
That last line.. my wings are tired, I *should* keep flying.. but knowing it’s time to just rest..that rest can feel so overwhelming sometimes right, knowing there is so much to be done and it’s so hard to just BE…But it’s so needed! It’s always so needed!
Also I have that same radio/speaker 😂
"A rubber band pulled to its limits" is as good an image as Tolkein's "butter that has been scraped across too much bread."