Write A Letter
I’m perpetually distracted, overwhelmed, and tired. The stressors of life pile up and I wave a white flag from the center of my housework fortress. I feel disconnected from family and friends. I feel far away from the things I love. I need to get out, but how can I leave so much undone? Will I ever catch up?
As lists grow in my head and on post-its, I accomplish less and less. It is because my desires are so big that I stand so still. I need to break it all down, write it out, and take a step. Instead I clench my jaw, avert my gaze, and play Candy Crush on my phone.
Today I’m taking a deep breath. It’s the sort of intentional inhale that brings renewal and a little headache between my eyes. Oh, we’re breathing again? Right on.
I’m going to get out of my thoughts today, and take a baby step. That step is going to be a pen in my hand and a blank card. I owe my Canadian penpal a letter. She won’t get flowery statements of growth and encouragement. There will be no sonnets this day. Something tells me she’ll relate to my words about drowning in dishes and sorrow.