Reminders

I’m back.  I think I needed a change of pace and place, a break from what was becoming routine, a rest from reality. 

This is not to say I’ve come home from my holiday gung-ho, I’m not rolling up my sleeves and flying at ‘er.  Nope.  I’ve come home with priorities and they’re not the same ones I left with.  

This break has helped me realize that I walk the rim of a rut on most days – I’m a creature of habit. I resist change.  This past year and a half I’ve been bombarded by a lot of change and I fear I’ve been shell shocked – walking around and functioning in a daze.  I’ve been panicked and pushing myself to get things done.  I needed to step away from the day to day to notice the bigger picture. 

I formulated a lot of great plans while cruising at an altitude of thirty-five thousand feet.  The world looked small outside the window – small and easy to navigate.  Farms were reduced to postage stamps and cars to tiny specks on the roads.  The world isn’t as overwhelming when viewed from the window on a plane.  Up close is a different story. 

My confidence wavered as soon as the pilot announced our decent into Vancouver. Real life loomed, the holiday was over and suddenly all the promises and resolutions I’d made while dreaming in the sky became overwhelming.  But this is where the change of pace has started to pay off. 

My to-do list is still long – maybe even longer now that I’ve taken a step back from what was staring me in the face a few weeks ago – but I’m not in a panic to tackle it. I’ve been reminded that it’s more important to make memories than it is to make the bed, that packing a picnic is more fun than packing a punch and that sometimes doing nothing isn’t really doing nothing.  I’ve been reminded that sometimes doing nothing is the best something of all.