It’s that time of year when we fall into bed at much too late an hour every night, only to have the sun awaken us before the alarm the next morning. We drag ourselves out of bed while promising ourselves that elusive afternoon nap that never materializes. Hurried breakfasts and more hurried routines and the dishes and laundry are never quite done. And before we know it, the day is over and we start the cycle anew.
We spend all winter looking forward to spring, then all summer looking forward to the coming of fall. By the time fall arrives, we’re too tired to do anything but anticipate our coming hibernation–which again, never quite looks like we anticipate. There’s always something to rebuild, something to plan, something to work on. And just like that, the winter is over.
The days and the seasons, they ebb and flow–but the busyness, it seems, doesn’t change any more. And when I listen to my schedule and my calendar and my recently organized to do list, I absorb the stress of every task I have yet to do, every item I’ve left undone. The routines become more hurried as the stress mounts, and I can’t enjoy anything when I’m listening to the stress.
But today, I’m making the commitment not to listen to the stress (it only makes me more stressed). Not to promise myself that life will slow down (I should know by now that it won’t). Not to hurry through every moment of every day (hurry doesn’t make for a job well done). Not to miss the ever-changing people and opportunities God has placed in my life (stress makes me selfish).
So tomorrow, when you see me, please feel free to ask me: what are you listening to today? Because I know I’ll need the reminder.