happy excuses
April 17, 2015 § 3 Comments
This past week my husband celebrated his fortieth birthday, my son his fifteenth; one embarked on an exciting new chapter of a much anticipated career change while the other stumbled through a messy adolescent lesson in responsibility. There were highs and lows that swept through our home and rattled my bearings, but today the sun shook me from my routine and I settled into a gentler rhythm.
In stillness I recognized the tired muscles that spoke of holding myself taut in each experience, reaching through discomfort toward my best self. I have marked milestones and the mundane, struggles and celebrations with intentional gestures of sincerity in such a way that my heart and mind feel centered in a mindset of quiet gratitude while my limbs moved with the weighted resistance of leaden steps beneath unrippled water.
This morning I hesitated to meet the pace of what must be done and indulged in small gifts of self-care. I allowed myself the fleeting rest that rejuvenated my spirit and refreshed my smile that I might have more patience with myself and those I love most. I procrastinated the maddening rush of productivity with guiltless defiance and conjured happy excuses to heal the tired places of my spirit.
Tomorrow is a new day, built on the fullness of today.
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It is those small gifts of self-care that I forget so often. Good for you for offering those to yourself. You’re so right–it helps to give the day fullness (and light) that help propel the sacred into your upcoming days.
Thank you, Kay. If only a little of that light had illuminated a glaring personal oversight. It’s been a long day of inventorying an unfortunate mistake that cost me a wealth of family photographs. At best my heart was quite full before it broke.
I’m so sorry. Sounds like a lesson in letting go. Those are never easy for me.