a message for you.
please excuse my dust as this blog site is still under construction.
this too shall pass.
(posted on Thursday, March 19 by eii wyy nae.)
sigh.
A week has passed since...*silence*..umph…ugh..*gave up thinking*. When I started this blog, my goal was to write almost every day (I make attempts at realism.). I have missed *being* in this space.
With you.
Thinking.
I am assuming that many of us have stood at the ocean at one point in time and watched waves form, build, then break, and recede. (I am heading somewhere with this - promise.). Well, I sort of feel like life is the ocean; with seasons of life building, breaking, receding, and so the cycle continues. And, on a much smaller scale, last week was a wave-breaker kinda' week. Bills, coco’s schoolwork, phone calls to be returned, laundry to be done, calories to be burnt ... all of these "to do-s" were building,
Building,
BUILDING ...
until the force of the water had to break, to topple down, to splay out and recede.
And the thing is, a surfboard was nowhere in sight. So, I did the duck and cover, trying to protect the most vulnerable parts of myself from getting too wet and waiting for the water to recede so that I could survey the damage. And there's been some.
Pants "hug" a little more. A paper and thank you note are both overdue. But, I am standing up, watching the water level inch its way down from my waist to my knees. And this weekend, Lord willing, I will acquire at least one night of sleep that hits the double digits (hour-wise.). I'll clean up the messes, write the thank you note, send the paper to the *somebody* with a heap of groveling attached, and well, go to the *heaven*. lols. -_-“
This too shall pass.My mommy taught me that quote. And I have found it comforting on more than one occasion. But, today I think of both sides of that coin. Eventually, my mommy’s home will be clean; the dishes will be done; the pants will hang looser. And that too, will pass. The crests and the troughs.
The cycle of life.
So, today I sit heaped under a load of to do-s - my fingers still pruned up from too much H20! But, I think I'll stop a moment, wipe my eyes, look around and enjoy the view, the wet hair, and the sand beneath my feet.
Because ... this is my life. And it too, will pass.
Signed with love,
the diary keeper, ‘my charliegirl.
Labels: cycles of life, grovel, H20, hour-wise, life building, ocean., splay out
