
I planted dahlia tubers too late in the season. They were from the last bag that Costco had and were on sale early in the summer. Somehow, they managed to bloom anyway. Just a surprising place where hope showed up. Also? These flowers have nothing to do with the post that follows.
Here is something I would like to change. I would like to feel better about myself on days when I don’t accomplish much.
I had one of those days today, and I’m not feeling so great.
I’m feeling guilty. I’m “shoulding” on myself, something my wise spiritual director says not to do. She is not a fan of the “shoulds.” I seem to “should” on myself a lot anyway.
I should have gone for a run. If not that, then at least I should have gone for a walk. If not that, then God help me, at least I should have walked around the house enough to log more than 1142 steps, which is all that’s showing up on my phone’s step tracker. I should have worked on my book. I should have gone out to the garden and picked the basil and made pesto. I have enough basil out there to make enough pesto to freeze some. I definitely should have done that. There are tomatoes to pick. I should freeze those, too. It’d be nice to have garden tomatoes for soups when winter comes.
There are one hundred other yard chores I should have done. Winter is coming and my yard isn’t ready.
Should should should.
It’s exhausting.
I do not think that this constant internal drive to achieve is healthy. I also do not think that it is Godly.
Even the good Lord didn’t create the entire world in one day, and being God and all, it seems like she probably could have.
It took her six, and then after all of that, she set aside a day for rest, if you read the story of creation in the Bible. If the good Lord rests one day a week and didn’t try to get it all done as fast as possible, then what is making me think that I should be doing more than I do every day?
Why can’t I think about my day as a day of rest and feel happy about it?
Part of me knows that it’s OK to have quiet days, Netflix days, stay inside in your pajamas until noon days. Another part of me is fairly certain I’m a lazy sluggard on the road to ruination. Continue Reading…







