I have been so very busy lately that I'm not sure which end is up. Between doctor's appointments, haircuts, grocery shopping, going to work each day, taking care of the horses, buying grain, buying endless bags of cat food (yikes), gathering pictures for my ongoing scanning project, looking for accomodations in Hawaii, housecleaning, laundry, meal preparation, getting ready for my upcoming tax appointment, church, riding club responsibilities, getting new reading glasses, finding time to exercise...and just trying to find some time to enjoy life...I'm swamped! I'm tired, I've been fighting a chest cold and it's been raining lately so our wonderful mud is back. Sheesh! My girlfriend invited me to go to Ray Hunt's memorial with her in Idaho and I'd like to, but I don't have either the money or the time, so I'm passing on that.
I sure would love to have some free time coupled with enough energy to accomplish some of the things that I've had on my "need to do" list. I'd like to ride my horse, or even just hang out grooming them. I feel like the faster I go, the behinder I get - seems like the story of my life lately. It's as if time has sped up somehow, like there really isn't 24 hours in each day anymore. What the heck! Is it just me, or is everything in our lives so darned fast anymore that we are on supercharge all the time?
Life used to be a lot slower. People used to take the time to sit on their porches and just be. Everybody just relaxed and enjoyed the passing of time with each other and maybe a cool lemonade or iced tea; or sit down at the kitchen table over a cup of coffee and visit for a couple of hours with family members or a girlfriend. I think we miss out on a whole lot when we try to pack each minute of each day with something. Why is it that we feel we must be accomplishing something every single day? I think my mom engrained into my very psyche that I must be "doing something" always. I know that when I do take an afternoon nap or sit on my deck in the sun and read a while in a book - I always end up feeling guilty for having "wasted" my time. I wish I could just figure out how to get past that feeling of guilt that inevitably follows some downtime.
I don't know, maybe it's just the weather. Rainy, grey, gloomy days always get me down; and by this time of year when I've just about had my fill...I'm about to bust. I am so ready for sunshine and blue skies and warm days and the lazy days of summer...man am I ever ready! I want to leave my windows open and feel the cool evening breeze blowing through my house and have barbecues on the deck and watch the horses playing in the sprinkler, and Ladde standing on his hind legs trying to steal the pears from the trees and plant some pretty flowers and torment the dog with the garden hose...sigh...yep, that's what I'm needing, some good old summertime when the livin' is easy and the days are endless...when you're so tired that you fall into bed at night and sink into a deep and restful sleep and wake up to sun in your eyes and the birds chirping and you pop up with vigor and impatience for whatever lies ahead.
Sounds mighty fine.
Until then, guess I'd better get back to work and quit my daydreamin'
Blessings to all,