So many of our posts address the constant busyness of life and the need to seek rest. As summer is in full swing, I find myself grasping to any rest that time will allow. Between all of the summer activities, swimming, cook outs, etc. and numerous invitations (I’m not complaining and feel blessed in this area of my life), I try to fit it all in. Never wanting to miss an opportunity to connect with someone to rob my children of experiences. With the holiday weekend fast approaching and summer happening all around us, I can already feel myself shutting down. I need rest.
Last Saturday I had a brief conversation with a close friend that I don’t get to see all that often. As we stood in the heat beside our parked cars, both having something to do, somewhere to be in the immediate future, we tried to fit in as many words in as short of time as possible to update each other on our lives. She asked me a question and I blurted out this answer before I even thought about it:
“Things are going really well. My new business is taking off and going better than I ever anticipated. The kids are doing great and we are spending a lot of time together enjoying the summer. Work is going well and I don’t think that I’ve ever been this busy in the 9 years that I’ve worked there. I don’t know how much longer I can go at this capacity, though. Every spare second is making product or running around for the business. The kids need lots of attention and I want to be the one that gives it to them. I’ve been running again and training for an upcoming race. Like I said, work is CRAZY right now. I’m at full capacity and I just don’t know how much longer I can do it before something is going to have to give. I’m hoping it’s later than sooner, but I know it’s coming.“
Even as I was saying the words, I couldn’t help but to wonder where these thoughts are coming from. On the way home, as my youngest slept in the back, my mind kept replaying those words. Something is going to have to give, but what? I need rest, but…where? when? how?
As I think about our upcoming weekend and all of the get togethers that I have already mentally scheduled for us, I am slowly taking them off of my calendar one by one. No matter how fun they sound or how obligated I feel, I just can’t. Not that we won’t make a trip to the pool or roast hot dogs and marshmallows by the fire, but we won’t have any definite plans for this weekend. If anyone wants to stop by, you can find me reading a book in my awesome hammock as my kids play nearby in their sandbox. I’d love to kick back and share some wine.