A friend recently shared an article with me about the world spinning faster entitled: “Earth spinning faster in 2022, Scientists baffled as days get shorter.” And it sort of feels that way. I mean, summer vacation just started last week, right? Right?!
But no—that wouldn’t account for 300 little league baseball practices and games and t-ball practices and games and swim lessons and trips back and forth from the mountains to the Midwest. Time seems sped up, because I am spinning through my days marking off to-do list items, and tucking my pen behind my ears instead of writing, only to dream of other worlds that live in my heart while making dinner for my boys who live both in my heart and this quickly spinning world.
In real life, I wake up early to get in workouts and check emails before coffee and chauffeuring and chasing boys all day long. In real life I watch for patterns, and wait not-always-patiently as if I were fishing, for tiny nudges across lines of time…In real life, I am a little sad and sometimes scared, but I am moving in big steps and leaps anyway. In real life, I have been busting my butt to build a new business this summer as a means of being the better human and working towards being the self-sufficient woman I once was—and the woman I dream of being (even though sometimes it feels as if I’m putting aside parts of myself to get there)—still I am so pumped about what I am doing! You can read more about it here:
There’s a quote—you often feel tired. Not because you’ve done too much but because you’ve done too little of what lights you up. This is one way to quell the tired. Because sometimes light is rare (see previous post). So you have to seek or create it where and how you can.
In real life, we went to Iowa to see my niece run state track. We went to Kansas and my heart was full watching one of my best friends glow with a happiness I hadn’t seen before—and the wedding was beautiful. Sometimes second chances are worth the wait and any previous heartache it seems…The boys went to their first MLB baseball game there too—much more fun for them than the wedding😅😂.
We went to South Dakota for our annual Oahe beach trip and even though scientists say that days are getting shorter, the sun sets so late, that they feel longer there. Or maybe it’s the days spread out on the big lake beach and evenings by a wide, slow river. Whatever it is, room to slow down and breathe in the midst of coming and going and going and coming and building and doing is becoming almost a luxury
I breathe best these days in the morning when I meditate. On walks. On runs. During workouts. When I put pen to paper. When I cross off all the business to-do’s in a day. When I call my sister—even when we say almost nothing at all because we’re both too busy refereeing kid arguments and antics. When I snuggle my boys and say night prayers with them. When I say my own prayers for them. When I dream and allow Hope to float in my mind that maybe those dreams will someday come true. It happened for a good friend of mine over the last few years. Actually, it was longer that they waited! Though it’s not my story to tell. But anyway, if it happened to them, Maybe my dreams will happen for me. And yours will happen for you too. ❤️