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Or why I need to think differently about May
I picture life like this steamer. Yummy, tasty, full, and limited.
Sure, you could shove more on it, but it will fall off, get cold, and miss the beauty of what the steamer was meant to do and be.
We’re the same.
We can shove a lot more into our lives. Our days. Our schedules.
Or we can live a richer story in the messy middle. Here’s the thing. We’re each going to have times of the year life is a bit crazier or stressful or hard than other times. Maybe for you, August is the month your baby died and you know you’re going to be in funk for much of the month. And of course you are!
Or there is a day that you’re just not quite yourself. For me, it’s October 2nd.
We each have certain rhythms that ebb and flow outside of the rhythms of the calendar. I have realized I need to start approaching the first two weeks of May differently. Because I’m not a mom and really, other than in churches and restaurants and card aisles, it’s not that big of a holiday. But for me, it is. It’s my busiest blog time of the year.
It’s delightfully insane as I have the privilege of interacting with many new people, answering questions, and juggling opportunities. I get to see the Church at her best as she seeks to serve –and a bit of the “seedy underbelly” of the church as well, alas.
And for the third year in a row it surprised me and I didn’t make any allowances in my schedule. The first year was understandable, the second, maybe … by the third? Who’s not paying attention.
So, next year instead of being blindsided for the fourth year in a row, I’m going to make room in the steamer of my life for at least three of buns to be devoted to this annual adventure. Other things will need to be let go of for those two weeks. And you know what, that’s OK. I can’t do it all and I want to be sure I don’t miss out on the these annual opportunities because I pretend I can do it all.
I’m not alone in having annual rhythms different than those around me. I don’t know about you, but I can feel like a bit of a jerk going “you know, Mother’s Day and all…” like it’s about me. But it’s not about me any more than your annual interruption is about you. You are a part of a larger story.
Let’s find ways to invite others into our stories instead of trying to shove more in the steamer. It doesn’t work. I had planned a “deeper” post, but in my ignoring of seasonal life rhythms, this is being penned early in the week because later I’ll be at a four day conference.
Wanting to be fully present there, this is the depth you get: honor your seasonal rhythms. Live within your boundaries so you can savor what life is serving you. Do as I say, not as I’ve done =)
As we learn to honor them, we create space to flourish.
What are your personal rhythms?
Photo credit: Amazing Niece #1