Feed That Fire
January 4th, 2012
I don’t know about all of you, but this New Year’s has me feeling a little anxious. I’m not sure how best to explain it.
It started last night with the promise of my first day back to work in twelve days. I checked Facebook just long enough to get an eyeful of ambitious resolutions from friends near and far. As I tackled a mountain of dirty dishes (by hand, mind you.. always, by hand), I felt the tension rising within me. I worried about rejoining my normally crazy life, my weight, my fitness, my finances. I felt a keen sense of self responsibility. “If I can’t make more money, I’m going to be standing here in this very kitchen washing my dishes by hand for the rest of my life.”
And today? Well, today, I feel I should be so lucky…
The anxiety has turned tides. I still feel something out there I can’t quite explain. But I feel more grounded. I feel inspired somehow by women who have attained great success at their trades. I am listening to Adele and reading Sara Gruen right now. They both have me spellbound. My favorite show, Parenthood, starts back up tonight, and this time next week, I’ll have played my first winter league volleyball game.
I had this idea that I’d be published in my early thirties. I’m 33 now. I’m not sure I knew I’d have four kids and a job keeping me busy, but I know now. And it’s all good. I toe that line of being my own worst critic a lot of the time. And I’m going to stop.
I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing: raising fairly well-behaved, balanced, happy children; loving my very own wonderful husband; keeping my house homey and safe; working a job that keeps me current and engaged; writing, scrapbooking, blogging; gaining knowledge in all ways; and aging well. I still believe I am a child of God, and I believe, as Max Ehrmann waxed so many years ago, “the universe is unfolding as it should.”
I’m feeding that fire in so many ways. I’m happy and healthy and blessed. And that is enough for today.
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