Just a quick note as we head into the weekend.
We work hard all week, don’t we?
Meeting the expectations of our boss or our client or the grumpy, whiny person in the cube next to us.
Managing the routine at home…laundry that multiplies in the laundry basket, grocery shopping for meals we don’t have time to make, hiding the moldy fruit in the fridge, and printing our name in the dust on the bedroom dresser.
Volunteering at church or school or the food shelf while feeling guilty because we aren’t taking care of the moldy fruit and purchasing toilet paper which is a must buy today priority.
And then there’s the hard heart stuff.
I think of my friends Joanne N. and Shirley J…
…Holding the hands of people who they love more than their own lives, sitting with them as their journey on earth ends.
Others who can’t seem to shut off the tape in their head that says If I do more, worry more, fret more…this crisis will pass. Nothing in their head brings them joy.
It’s hard stuff.
And we’ve all been there.
We’re probably all a little there in our own ways this weekend.
Last weekend I said a final good-bye to my friend, Lora. In her last days, I bet this 51 year-old mama who loved her kids, knitting, gardening, and her work would have given anything for one more summer weekend to just be alive. To play, to stop the worry messages, and just breathe the summer air.
So let’s do that, shall we?
Yeah, I know. We’re all busy.
But this weekend…
How about if we take some time to set aside expectations and worries, and just breathe. Enjoy the summer sun on our face or the summer rain on the window pane.
Even if it’s just one hour.
I don’t want to get to Sunday night and think, Another weekend is gone and I didn’t do anything that really belongs in a weekend.
Care to join me?
I’m going to find play time, breathe time, let the shoulders relax time this weekend.
My heart and the hearts closest to me will feel better because of it.