This week has been nothing short of hectic and crazy. I guess I should've expected that after a blissful week of Spring Break rest. I came back to school for a workday on Monday and it's been non-stop ever since. When I'm speed walking through the office, people have taken a notion to look at me like I'm crazy. "Are you okay?" they ask with wide eyes, "Oh yes, just on a mission!"
My to-do list has been brimming and busting at the seams. Each day instead of crossing something off, it seems as if I add two more things. Totally "one step forward-two steps back" type of deal. Now, I don't mean to complain. I love my job and the responsibilities that my school has allowed me to acquire. I enjoy staying busy and feeling apart of this great community, but sometimes, when I'm laying in bed running through my to-do list, I beg my brain to just....stop.
It's easier said than done. After talking with my therapist (oh yea) and my friend, I realized that my to-do lists are my coping mechanism. When I can list it out, look at exactly what needs to be done, it somehow...as crazy as it seems...makes me feel better. But it's also a catch-22, as in it also has the tendency to freak me out.
Stop. Take a breath. Let it out. Breathe.
It's too much sometimes. I let it get in the way of what is really important in my life. I don't stop to take all the beauty that is in my life. This morning I was turning out of my driveway and I looked up at the sky. It stunned me in its beauty. It was amazing to see such a grand sky after such a terrible storm, but isn't that life? After the rain comes the sun. This is life. That is the real to-do list - taking in God's beauty and sweet blessings.
"Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity." -Gilda Radner
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