“If there be light, then there is darkness; if cold, heat; if height, depth; if solid, fluid; if hard, soft; if rough, smooth; if calm, tempest; if prosperity, adversity; if life, death.”
If busyness, rest? If disorder, order? If chaos, calm? It’s been one of those weeks where things didn’t go according to plan. Surely next week will see a return to relative order.
Twice this week I’ve been asked what I do with my time and I bristled silently at the question. There was nothing ill intended; both times it was simply a casual inquiry. There’s no need for me to have to justify my choices so it’s curious to me that I felt that bristlyness (In my world, on this day, that’s a word.).
I’m always busy; busy with activities I choose to fill my time with. I think it was just that old foe insecurity raising his head again. This morning I’m choosing to lop off his head should he raise it again and, instead, embrace the gift of the personality and interests God created me to have.
Today: making a desert for a function we are attending this evening with ingredients that never enter our home otherwise, housework this morning, and a mental health coffee visit with my bestie this afternoon.