rebecca soble

I have to accept that there will be times in life when things flow easy, like the creeks that rush with melt in springtime.  And then there will be times when everything is a tangle that must be worked through with effort.  Like now.  These days, these weeks, these months, everything is complicated,  requiring more steps or hours than they should (or than I would prefer).

I feel like time is rushing and I’m just barely keeping up.  There must be some mischievous sprites — some pudgy giggly things with pointy ears — intentionally throwing wrenches into my works and dreaming up new things for me to do.  Many are things that I choose to be doing, but there’s far too many things in the category of “annoying overhead”, including the recursive and never-ending activity of just trying to keep on top of of all the things in that overhead category.  I’m constantly revising my mental (and paper) lists, worrying about forgetting something, and forgetting things a lot more often than I’m accustomed to.  I feel like I never get enough rest.

I’m not willing to give up the “wants”, I’m not able to give up the “needs”, and it just doesn’t seem possible to shake off those dastardly “others”.  So my goal is to find a way to keep some inner peace in the middle of the maelstrom.    Laughing with friends helps.  Yoga helps.   Springtime will help.  And wringing the necks of those little sprites will help, as soon as I can figure out where they’re hiding.