I’ve been a teacher this week. A wife. A mother. A daughter, sister, and friend. I’ve also been an insurance claim reviewer, a bill payer, and some sort of unpaid hybrid of an Uber driver and chauffeur. I’ve been both problem solver and whiner. The very best of me and only a shadow of what I should be.
So it’s been a regular week.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how I choose to spend my time. In the scheduled blocks of my day, much of my time is spoken for, but what I’m becoming gradually more aware of is the wide open and unspoken for spaces in the daybook.
So far this season, I’ve not dropped any balls, but I sure do get tired of juggling. Ask anyone what I complain about most and, presidential election aside, they’d likely say my consistent go-to is lack of time. I rush and stress and hurry and power walk through the hallways of my day until the sun sets, and it’s time for David Muir on World News Tonight.
From Friday’s perspective, I look back over the week and see how far I’ve walked to make it to this point in time. What I’m questioning, however, is not how far I’ve traveled but rather, how much I remember about the journey. What stands out as the moment to be most savored? In all seven days from one Friday to the next, what felt most important?
There’s a bit of rain outside this morning, and it’s peppering my thoughts, We’re in the midst of a severe drought, so the rain is welcome. I’ve been so worried about our well. I hear the splash and splat, the growing and then easing of intensity, the gathering water spilling from the roof and trees, I’m thinking about the leaves. How many will hang on though the storm and how many will fall?
It’s Friday morning. And today, I’ll be a teacher. A wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend. But I’ll also be a woman who listens to the sound of rain. A woman who thoughtfully chooses how to live better in those wide, open spaces. I’ll be a slow breather, a daydreamer, and a watcher of leaves.
And I hope someone will ask me about the moment most savored. Because today, I’ll know how to answer.
5 thoughts on “Roles”
Oh this I will hang on to for it speaks truth to me right about now –>’The very best of me and only a shadow of what I should be.’
Yes, and that’s ok. By His grace I’m getting there, one steps at a time.
Weekend blessings to you, friend …
We’ve all been there, haven’t we? It is ok. Single steps are still steps – we’ll never get caught standing still! Best of weekends to you too!
Thank you, I really enjoyed this post. As women I think we play so many different roles and drift in and out of these effortlessly. I have just started a poetry blog here on WordPress and today’s poem is about roles in case you have time to look? Wishing you a day full of nature and connection! Sam 🙂
Sam … thanks so much for stopping by and commenting. I especially thank you for sharing your poetry with me. I feel honored. On my way to my first role of the day, but I’ll return to your site later to read more closely. Enjoy your day!
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You too and hope the role is an enjoyable one at least 😀