Now, don't get me wrong. I love my job. Most of it. 99% of it. Which is quite a bit all things considered. But I love my life too. Sometimes I feel like I spend far too much time on my job and not enough on my life. Sometimes I even think my job IS my life. Which it is, sort of. But there's another side where I'm not in charge, where I'm lazy (gasp!), where I like to listen to music that has words (!!!) and where I play mindless silly games with my silly family, cackling and carrying on.
At Thanksgiving, other than the whole cooking and (ugh) Christmas decorating, I am just me. I sit. I schlep. I eat (way too much, which is a strong selling point for working) and chill out. My daughter comes home and we giggle over little inside jokes... esp. at church :-(... and we do girly things like go to a beauty parlor and get gelaties... not at the beauty parlor of course. But alas, she is on her way home. I am trying to motivate myself to conquer my long to do list. The fact that I am WAY behind doesn't seem to be all that motivating.
Things are changing in our world. I want this little slice of time to stay. I don't want to go to the next part.. and the next... and really to the next. I want this 4 day weekend, with family, to go on and on. I want to sit on my couch and look over at my baby, all grown up and wise, and just bask in her loveliness. But I know that her loveliness comes from her being off my couch. The wisdom is from her spreading her wings and learning about the world beyond this one. I am blessed that this is one of her landing spaces.
Fine, I'll get up and do my work. After a shower. And maybe another bon bon or two.
Hope your Thanksgiving was lovely, too.
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