It’s a product of where I live — this hustle and bustle pace. While it’s one thing to push hard in a marathon when trying to meet a time goal, it’s another thing to live in this constant state of racing-the-clock. I should be used to it…but I’m not.
My life has been in a constant state of fast-forward from the moment my suitcase landed on the front steps. It’s really no different from the norm; it just took getting away from it to appreciate the difference.
Within the first few hours of coming home, I picked up my new eyeglasses, drove to the Federal Express office to pick up a package, got YaYa at school, picked up the dogs from the kennel, and went to a mandatory lecture at the church. I went to bed exhausted and awoke soon after, or so it seemed.
My alarm clock gave me a rather rude awakening. Rush, rush, rush… It seems that this entire week we have been running behind schedule. No matter how hard we try to beat the clock, something always slows us down: missing uniform sweatshirt, broken shoelace, or dog puke. On the road, the cars move too slow and the lights turn red just as I’m nearing the intersection. I’m stopped but time keeps ticking on, and on, and on…
Meanwhile, my calendar of events keeps filling up, and I have yet to buy one Christmas present. *sigh*
I’m not complaining — really — I’m just saying. After all, I choose to live here. Still, the pace does make running a marathon seem like a nice break. Certainly, GREAT company on the run, beautiful scenary, and a steady infusion of endorphins helps.
Here’s hoping that I can get a few things done this weekend. Have a great one everyone!
My mind went into a tailspin tonight. I’m sure that’s no surprise to those who’ve been following me for any amount of time. I do that…OFTEN.
These occurrences are no big deal when my thoughts spin self-contained within my own head. But when they break free, that is a whole other deal. That is when I hear words coming out of my mouth that I haven’t committed to yet. Words without ownership…only out of MY mouth and therefore mine to own.
Just as I am sure that I am not the only one who entertains thoughts other than running during a long, or even short run, I am pretty sure that one or two of you might have had an open-mouth-insert-foot moment from time to time. I’d love to hear about it.
The look on YaYa’s face as he heads back for his therapy appointment is priceless. Dr Games is F-U-N.
I’m not sure that YaYa is always aware of the conversation as much as the games played in parallel. All he knows is that he enjoys coming here and comes away feeling great. That’s all that matters to me as well; I’m so glad I was able to give him this.
Before heading back, Dr Games and I discussed YaYa’s laid-back approach to tasks and how, although it is ill-fitting with the hustle and bustle of our society, it is a healthier approach to have.
I talked about how strained our home life has been with my current job and how we have been in a frenzied state of rush-rush for 4 months now. Today, with my prospective job being much closer to home, we anticipate the ability to ease up on the pace. It’s exciting.
While YaYa and Dr Games do their thing, I have a full hour to test out the slow pace. How nice to have room for nothing more than waiting and simply being ME.
Enjoy your weekend!
On Sunday night, I sat outside with my 8 year old niece watching the other kids play basketball and escaping the World Series hoopla. Another thing I was escaping was Big Sis being strongly “encouraged” to make herself more attractive for her husband (via make-up, hair styling, and dying her hair) less he leave her.
In spite of the well intentioned delivery, I have to think that Big Sis received it as a slap in the face — much like her sending me an article to solve my “getting fluffy.” If I know my sister, I’m sure she’s rightfully thinking that staying fit is the best way that she can preserve her beauty as well as her mind. And, if he doesn’t love her “as is,” then who the heck needs him anyway. Okay, that last part was 100% me.
Outside, I sat with Big Sis’ youngest daughter talking sports and school while I let her play with my iPhone. I let her play the whopping TWO games I’ve installed on it, showed her FB and Twitter, and then demonstrated how Midomi finds songs by singing Sing and Part of Your World. And she was SO impressed — not with the app but with her Tia Juls.