I sat and listened to Father in Mass this morning,and I simply let his words wash over and through me. He spoke, of course, about this season of Lent we're just beginning today...a day where I'm feeling torn in way too many directions, with decidely too many people wanting pieces of me. Everyone's requests are valid, good, and true. There are just way too many of them and there's not enough of me. I found myself wanting to snap at almost everyone. I'm just drained.
Simplicity - my word for this year. I've not done much with it; it's sort of faded into the background. So, I perked up when I heard Father talk about this being a simpler season, a season without all the hoopla associated with Christmas. A season to slow down and to take stock. A season to put away all the "extras" and to simplify. This I need to do.
I've not been taking care of me; I'm so busy trying to be a better teacher, a better wife, a better...well, you name it and I've been trying.
In the meantime, the journals lay neglected.
Sleep is minimal.
I skip meals and crave junk.
Clutter is driving me nuts. My art room is divided between two rooms, and I don't have a sanctuary. If I go into either room, I feel like I have to work on the organization of it all rather than sit and play, paint,and write.
No wonder I'm falling and crashing.
I wonder what will slow me down...will stop the running in circles. After all, some of it needs to be done.
I'd love to begin yoga, but even that overwhelmed me. I opened up a listing of classes, and I found out there's so many types, ...well, which is best and where do I begin?
I'd love to eat better and to exercise. So, I eat chocolate and curl up and read. Go figure.
I need to figure this out. Lent seems a good time to do it.