My wise old dad used to counsel me to take time to smell the
roses. Of course they’re not in bloom in Scotland in November (!), but
metaphorically speaking I need to slow the rhythm of life to a less frenzied
beat.
How often it seems that things converge and concertina into
a short space of time. I’m in that squeeze box at the moment, working off an
incomplete To Do list and just hoping not to forget one of those Essential
Jobs. Like packing my passport and insurance documents.
Looking forward to a change of pace. Lingering over a cup of
coffee (and a doughtnut?!) with Mom. Sitting in a chair and reading a book
perhaps, rather than reading the odd few pages sleepily in bed. Enjoying some
sunshine and warmer temps.
We shouldn’t live life under so much stress that we feel we
need an eject button to get away every so often. I shouldn’t. But there’s so
much that needs doing, and so much that I want to do.
Grateful that we’ll have all eternity to finish some of the
projects closest to our hearts. But for now, I’m praying for the wisdom to
recognise what has my name on it, and what I can pass on or just let drop.
Know what I mean?
And now I’d better get that suitcase open ...
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