I’ve done it. I’ve stopped being a weekend warrior.
I’m no longer manic about accomplishing so much. Instead, I putz. And – to my surprise -I’ve gotten rather good at it.
Saturday mornings find me reading and lingering over coffee, instead of racing through a grocery store check-out line. I take my time doing whatever – a load of laundry, sorting papers and sometimes – sometimes nothing at all. And when I get bored with the nothing, I bundle up for a walk with old dog. I’ve quit listening to music every time; no more marching to the beat for me. Nope, I’m saying “no” to the mania. Instead, I take in the quiet, the birds and his frequent sniffs and stops. Nature restores me, the sunshine invigorates me and the exercise .. it delights me.
Sometimes, in the pace of day to day living, I feel a little bit like the pea in a shell game; the shells are moving and I get dizzy trying to keep up.
Mixing it up means a few of my chores get moved to another time in the week. It’s not like they’ll just do themselves: I don’t have a cook or housekeeper and most likely never will. But what I’ve learned is this: somewhere in these days, between the dizzy and the doing, I’m making room for stillness. For down time. For me time.
And I’m making room for Him, too.
How about you? Do you make a conscious effort to be still?