Every once in awhile I put a bit too much on my plate. And I am not a person to know when to say when. I read a lot, I get ideas, I promise the kids, The Man, the world... and then I start to spontaneously fall asleep on the couch when I sit down to read a book to the children. Or lose coordination of my limbs when I'm walking down the hallway and bump into the walls. Or scare myself when I pass a mirror as some worn out looking hag suddenly appears.
Lately the slow, lazy times with the children - the times where there's Not Much Going On, but are as perfect at a time that can be had - have been scarce, and the fuzzy-brained, mildly panicked feeling of being overwhelmed has become uncomfortably familiar. I am no A-type personality. I do not thrive on busyness. I am a terrible juggler. I have, in university, actually put forth articulate arguments in A plus earning essays why daydreaming leads to greater productivity and increased social value. I know this, but I do not always live it.
Someone I love very much has suggested that I need to push back from the table for awhile and just breathe. Get some more sleep. Take a walk or two. Read a vacuous novel. And I said, 'thank god, yes!'
I am taking a small hiatus, as best I can, from the blogging and compulsive internet checking. Just a week or so. (Okay, I may post a picture or two, but I won't try to tell anyone what to do.) I will still putter along on my projects, but mostly I will be napping. Or getting reacquainted with my kids over a block castle. I am explore the idea of learning to balance a bit my various passions, my sewing, my family, life, the universe, and everything. To that end, I think it will also be helpful to walk the beach and not look at a computer screen for several consecutive hours during the course of a day :D
This is me try to relearn what stillness feels like.