Not too long ago, I volunteered for everything...saying yes to all. Standing in as Mentor Mom for our local M.O.P.S. crew, organized merchants for the York Bloom Art Market, filled my brain and soul at Bible study, joined a Knitting and Crocheting club, and sat in on the newborn meetings of our local donation center. Unsure why at the time, I began to retreat and empty my plate of activities feeling over-occupied. Then Mom got really sick. Suddenly, the need to clear decks made sense. Ready to add things back to my plate, I'm finding myself extremely selective. Things that once interested me, no longer carry the same luster. So, I pause...I ponder...I pray. Adding in only the best, most important things. Time is super precious and I don't want to waste a single drop.
This selective process has made me reexamine what exactly makes me happy...not simply laugh, but truly make me happy. It's a tough question I'm still dissecting.
So, this week I enforced a 2-day limit to volunteering, cheered like mad at five baseball games, reconnected with an old friend, and carved out time with a new friend. Two more unused furniture pieces departed, while I added extra workouts to accommodate holiday gnoshing and upcoming beach visits. I was able to stay dry eyed when I heard Mom's funeral song, but got misty when Melissa Rivers recounted her last moments with Joan, climbing into the bed with her. I count this week in the good column.
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