Good Busy
Life is busy. I’m at this great place in my life where I have too many things I want to do. I remember hearing people say they wished there were more hours in the day – and thought them mad:
More hours in the day? Why? I can’t wait for the day to slip by so I can go back to bed!
That was then.
Now, at least most days, I’m battling time, trying to eke out as much as I can get, negotiating with my husband about schedules by the minute (“Okay honey, I’ll pick you up at 4:56 p.m. Got it?”).
Today I want to be a YA writer, an excellent teacher, have a Pinterest-worthy house, paint, create. I want to spend real time with my kids and live in a clean house. I want to have a meaningful relationship with the love of my life and real conversations with my friends. I want to love God.
My list of wants are so inspiring and overwhelming, awareness of them usually ends in a nap! It’s not that I don’t love to sleep – that’s just it! I love my bed, and getting in the sheets, drifting off. I absolutely adore napping.
But it’s a good kind of overwhelming, if there is such a thing.
And so I’m faced with the reality of the 24 hour cycle. Last night I re-watched the first Twilight movie in honor of the last movie coming out Friday. When surveying Edwards’ bedroom, Bella asks about the lack of bed. He says he never sleeps.
The first time I really thought about this, I found it dreadful. Never sleeping= never escaping. A kind of torture.
But today, now, I want to spend my life doing, being, creating. I wish for a temporary reprieve from the necessity of sleep.
