I’m learning. This morning I woke up and got ready for work, figuring the bounce-back from yesterday would be relatively simple. I successfully made it as far as the driveway. Sometimes it just pans out better to see the limitation in front of me, and to acknowledge it before it gets the best of me. Admittedly, I didn’t do so perfectly well today, but it was one more step in the right direction.
There’s a lot to be said for determination, and also for the ability to slow down a few paces. Pregnancy seems to be a very natural way for God to work this into my life. Instead of planning days that are full to the brim, expecting to be able to blitz-clean the house in an afternoon, or managing the grocery store after an 8-hour work day, I just need to find a different speed.
This is really difficult for me.
It seems like such a strange turn of events–the extreme sensation to “nest” by way of cleaning every corner of the house and organizing every closet, combined with the uncanny inability to do more than one chore or to carry a laundry basket up more than one staircase at a time. Welcome, Molly, to the third trimester.
So, I’m not going to pout (although I’m tempted in moments), but instead to take joy in getting the little things done and watching them add up over time. Dishes? I’ll do half right now and half a little later. I’ll vacuum every room in the house, but I’ll catch up on emails in between. I’m sure there’s a balance to be struck here somewhere, it just might take me the rest of my life to find it 🙂 I know it’s great practice for when the babe is actually here, and wanting mom or food or a diaper change or any number of other things all day long. When I look at it that way, none of this new balancing act seems like a bad gig at all.
I’m planning to remind myself on a daily basis until it takes hold. Reduced speed ahead, Molly. You can’t do it all, and in fact, you never could. It’s good to see the sign before the speed actually changes–getting pulled over to a full stop is far more painful and expensive in the long run.
taking the scenic route,
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Jen Rozman says
I love the last paragraph…what a great way to put a life lesson.