It seems that these days, busyness is a way of life. My particular schedule includes a weekly stretch from Monday evening through Wednesday night.
In light of that whirlwind of babysitting, bible study, early school dismissal on Wednesday and more babysitting. It is understandable that Thursday morning greets me with a kitchen that is in serious need of attention.
Today I arose early to give the kitchen it’s due attention. I set my tablet’s playlist to Zen meditation music and proceeded to get down to business.I had just reached for the tablet, to make a new selection, when my grandson, who was preparing to go to school, came into the kitchen and said, “ don’t change it, I like that one!” Of course, this is not what one would expect to hear from an eleven-year-old boy who plays Forte Night and Call of Duty. But hey, If my grandson is enjoying the Zen music, then more power. I turned back to the music and continued my work in the kitchen.
As my husband was leaving to drop the grandson at the bus stop, he informed me that he needed to go directly to his mother’s house. “Okay,” I thought, “I can finish in here undisturbed.” As my duties in the kitchen were coming to a completion, I prepared the coffee maker. The timing was perfect; I was wiping the counters as it churgled the last drop. I took my coffee and proceeded with my tablet and blankie to the couch. The plan was to enjoy the coffee and Zen music for about 15 minutes.
Just about then, I realized that since I woke up early, I could really use a 15-minute nap. I set the coffee aside and stretched out on the couch. About 5 minutes into my “nap” I felt a little tingly, not in a bad way, I just felt the need to stretch. What a release; that stretch felt so good, that I employed every yoga stretch and warm up technique that I knew.
I wiggled my toes and flexed my ankles. I Did knee drops, shoulder shrugs, and hip flexes. By the time I was finished stretching, I let out a few deep yawns and lay there quietly for about five minutes. After that, I stood up did the warrior pose and a couple of primal screams.
Finally, I enjoyed my cup of coffee in peace. Just as I was setting the cup down on the table for the last time, my husband walked through the door. I may never have a half hour like that again.
No matter how busy life gets, we all need time to ourselves; encourage the young people in your life to take some alone time for themselves as well.
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