Rush Rush

I realize it's been a while, but the slower-than-dial-up internet has been mostly to blame for my inability to get online and memorialize the words that are going through my head at that particular time.

Life continues, though. In the midst of what we perceive as the world crashing down around us, while we try our best to hold it together with wearying arms, the sun still lights up the sky with painfully-beautiful purples and oranges, the crickets chirp in the too-early-spring, and the daffodils nod vigorously in the cooling breeze.

I've been spending far too much time worrying and rushing. I'm not exactly sure, except that I do know some of the things had deadlines and it was all too easy to fill up my tiny planner with more tasks than deemed necessary. Being a bit of a compulsive organizer, I mapped out all the steps of things that needed to get done, but then found myself staring blankly after it was all accomplished, wondering why I had been so eager to be so efficient. I now have an empty planner, after two very busy weeks, and am waiting. Kind of funny, isn't it?