Lately, my life is nothing but running, running, running.
You all know the drill.
Every morning, except for Saturday and Sunday, I get up at 4:00 AM.
In my other life, I am also a writer and a teacher.
Years ago, I realized something about myself.
Reading, writing, and exercise are key to my happiness.
So is decorating.
So often we sacrifice the things that make us tick because there are so many other things,
tapping at our window.
These other things are insistent and obnoxious and way too demanding sometimes.
Since going back to work full-time, I have realized this:
often you have to ignore this
tapping, tapping, tapping
in favor of something
you actually like to do.
Today, the massive pile of laundry awaits.
So does the grocery shopping.
My youngest daughter's sheets need to be changed.
I should go through last month's bills, make sure they all cleared.
Oh, and I had a little traffic mishap this week. The car must be fixed.
My house is quiet this morning, and I hear something else tapping outside the window.
It's a woodpecker. He doesn't want anything from me, thankfully.
At some point today, I will don these new running shoes and head to the gym.
I will work on the new novel I'm writing, ignore the papers that need grading, and head to
the youngest daughter's basketball game.
Some years hence I will not recall that I didn't grade those papers.
But I have a feeling I'll regret it if I don't pursue my passions in life, if I cheat myself out of joy
in favor of pressing details.
Wherever you are this Sunday, I hope you have joy and time to rest.
And maybe a pair of earplugs (so you can ignore the tapping).