I am not behind, though it feels that way.
I am right where I am supposed to be right now.
This is what I am supposed to be doing.
Today that looks like still being in lounge wear at 3:17. No condemnation. The voices try, but I choose to refuse to listen. At least in this moment.
Day two of Christmas break has been a full one. Somehow I passed enough kitchen skills along to an eleven-year-old that she was able to mix up the gingerbread cut-out cookie dough by herself while I drove her brother to practice saxophone with Grandpa.
When I returned, she was ready for her little sisters to join her in rolling and cutting out Christmas cookies. I mixed up another batch for the inevitable, Can we make more?, but I did not have to be involved with any rolling out or cutting. I only had to slide pans in and out of the oven.
I did have to listen to conflict which just about did me in. I let them resolve it, though, and things were fine.
I messaged with a friend who is in a similar-yet-different season of hard, because the hard doesn’t have to look the same to struggle through it together. Just like our cookies didn’t all look alike coming out of the cutters or out of the oven.
Christmas cookie theology? Don’t worry. I’m not going there.
But wait. The crumbly broken deliciousness. . .nevermind.
So I am writing this mainly for myself and the ambivalent struggle I am currently having with my words. Feeling paralyzed about writing anything, because I feel so behind in life, I choose to combat that you’ll never catch up lie (or actually truth, because I won’t) and just jump in.
Hence, being right where I am supposed to be.
And the real thing about that is I am here now.
Sun comes up and we start again. ~ Mason Jennings