“Without darkness, nothing comes to birth,
As without light, nothing flowers.”
~ May Sarton
I feel a sharpness in my chest as I realize it’s Wednesday: mid-week and nearly mid-month. I think of all the things I want to do, must do, don’t want to do but will do nonetheless. It surprises me that, at this stage of my life, I still feel an urgency to get things done and carry the concern that I will run out of time to do it all.
I make lists and the act of crossing things off makes me feel a little bit more in control. Times and seasons change, my attention shifts, and different things come into focus.
We visited the long-term care home where my mother-in-love lives yesterday. The residents there don’t feel the burden of having to get things done because their lives have become smaller.
I consider this for a moment . . . then lean in to my, often self-imposed, busyness. I’ll take it and squeeze as much out of it as I can for as long as I’m able.