Yay! It’s another Saturday, another “act like I’m not a drunk” day. Funny thing is, “act like I’m not a drunk” days are starting to feel kind of normal to me. I no longer feel like I’m a gate crasher at an exclusive party.
I tend to want to hurry through things. As a matter of fact I found myself hurrying through the process of finding quotes about slowing down and savoring the moment for today’s blog. LOL
But let’s get moving. The other morning I was out for my walk and I was trying to negotiate with my Co-writer for a couple of weeks off from this blog. I pointed out that I have been writing this blog for a year and I think I deserve a couple of weeks’ vacation. Okay, I know there have been several weeks throughout the year (May was cringe worthy) that I have not written a blog but those were during binges and I’m not counting those, I consider those times research for this blog. I also kind of hinted that he was hogging all of my mornings by having me do this blog. As I mentioned in an earlier blog, I’m trying to write a book but by the time I get this blog written my creative juices have turned to syrup and flow about as fast as molasses. (I can hear some of you saying that they don’t seem to be flowing all that fast when I type this blog either) I reminded him that this was supposed to be a trade-off. I would write this blog for him and he would provide me some inspiration and arrange a movie deal for my book. Alright, he nixed the movie deal but I keep throwing it back on the bargaining table.
I didn’t think he was listening so I hurried on down the path, intent on getting my walk done so I could get back to the cabin and type out this blog, complete my other duties like laundry and dinner and dishes, and maybe manage to eke out a few words of my book. Suddenly I heard, “Don’t Rush.” I thought he was talking about my book which I am determined to have to a publisher by my 50th birthday in March so later that night when I took out what I had typed so far I took my time and reread all of it. I could see myself rushing through it, racing from one big event to the next in a hurry to get to the end, afraid I was going to run out of time. I was skipping past all of the little messy, wonderful details that make a story and its characters real. The things that seem insignificant but give depth and texture to a life. I stopped and wondered how often I skimmed or hurried through the little messy, wonderful details of my own life. How many hugs were ended before they reached their full potential? How many smiles were not allowed to fully bloom.
But today I found myself hurrying through the gate for my walk again, eager to get it over with so I could get on with the duties of the day again when the gentle reminder came again. “Don’t Rush.” So I slowed down and breathed in the moment and thanked Him for the day and its beauty and asked him to allow me to recognize what his plan was for me today and to give me the time to accomplish it and pay special attention to the details. He assured me he would.
So today I’m out there doing my best to stop and smell the pines (God, they smelled good this morning after the rain last night) and let all my hugs reach their expiration date and all my smiles bloom into their full glory.
P.S. I went to a friends blog the other day and tried to comment but blogger wouldn't let me no matter what I tried. I haven't gotten a lot of comments on this blog :( but I've received a few. None lately though. Is there a problem submitting comments? If so email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I'll look into it. Thanks.