My life is full.
I’m not alone in this. Chances are you feel this way also.
Here’s part of what fills my life:
- soccer or lacrosse games for my kids
- spending time with my husband (with and without the kids)
- developing friendships
- a never ending number of before and after school kids’ activities
- church and other related activities
Those are the things that fill the schedule. I also want certain things in my life:
- a clean house
- fitness and time to exercise
- time to read and pray
- my hydrangeas to grow and bloom
- time for movies, TV, and relaxing
- weeds not to take over the garden
The lists could go on and on. For the most part, it is all good stuff that fills my life.
Sometimes I crave rest. I want to slow down and rest. I want freedom from the alarm clock. I don’t want to look at the schedule sometimes.
But something strange happens when things slow down. I notice the thoughts that can be masked by the busyness. The thoughts are there either way. But I don’t notice them as much when I’m racing from activity to activity.
And then I realize this: the hurry can be a way to push out the worry.
Then a deeper realization strikes me: I want life to be full so that I don’t notice the worrisome thoughts. I can avoid a lot when my life is stuffed full with activity.
So the challenge for me the next week on vacation: can I just let me be me without having to fill the space with activity? Can I just be present? Can I have the thoughts and notice them without working so hard to avoid them?
I’m very good at being full with activity. But the life I want to live isn’t just about doing. It’s about being.