Today I am thankful for busyness.
If you know me, I mean really know me, you know I don’t like busy. Too much busy makes me crazy and then I start feeling overwhelmed and I just want to run away and hide in the back of my closet. Not on the side with the shoes because it might be smelly over there. But the other side.
I can feel myself getting closer and closer to fetal position under the totes and canvas bags (which are in the corner opposite the side the shoes are on). I’ve been running and running for what seems like weeks, now, and I need to stop.
Guess what I’m doing next week. I’m stopping. And I’m going to read a book and I’m going to relax and I’m going to enjoy having Taylor home and visiting with his girlfriend for the short time she’s here and playing Just Dance with Katie and trying to beat everybody in Scrabble (if I can get them to play with me) and watching movies and going on a date with Todd and… I have no idea what else. But it’s not going to be rushed.
So why am I thankful for busyness? Because it just makes me appreciate the calm that much more.