Letting me know that holidays are to be earned if they're to really be appreciated.
|Most definitely half full|
The social calender is filled to capacity.
School's in - in a biiig way.
Renovations are revving up.
Commitments are calling in all at once.
Ye old lists are my new, old best friends again.
The pressure is mounting.... and I'm loving it!
I work best this way, it seems.
Deadlines, dates, lists, efficiency bordering on neuroses.
I feel very much alive and kicking!
As long as I don't lose sight of how utterly blissful it is lying there in the moment, tearing up with those pudgy little fingers on my face (Magoo's - not Hubby's) or how important it is to stop and truly listen, busy is my friend.
I could choose to pee and moan, couldn't I?
I am lucky enough to have family, friends, communities, gatherings, a home, fulfilling work, healthy
Woe to be me.
My life is full. My heart is full. My brain is probably over-full.
A chain-poem-thing I've read in the past springs to my dizzy head - about being grateful for the snoring beside you because it means you have a partner, about being grateful for the piles of washing because you have a family (a family with an extensive wardrobe, it seems!), about being grateful for cleaning because it means you have a home to maintain.
I get that.
I feel that.
I'm grateful for every last person, group and commitment that bulges out of my diary right now.
I am busily blessed - and destined to outrun boredom as long as I shall live.
Linking up with other Gratefuls over @ beautiful Maxabella Loves.