There's something to the idea that one should keep moving. What is that old proverb, "Idle hands are the Devil's workshop."? Like most proverbs, it isn't intended to be taken literally.
On August 31st, 2016 we lost our home to a fire. It was devastating destruction but the toughest part wasn't even the moment where we were just standing there watching it burn, it was the "aftermath" which felt much more like a storm. For weeks on end I couldn't stand still, if I ate at all it was standing, barely slept so I'd pace or tousle in bed, all I knew was that if I stood still for too long I might go mad.
My son only missed one day of school, we reopened our family business within 48hrs of the fire, and I was on full GO mode sleeping perhaps 3-4hrs/day. We pushed through (hard) as I was determined to celebrate Christmas in a home of our own (even if it was rented). Within 3 months, we had filmed the conclusion of a reality TV show (which was scheduled to film two days after the fire and, of course, had to be postponed), excavated the house, processed all the insurance claims without an adjustor or attorney, moved in to my in-law's, found a nice townhome that didn't feel like a rental, moved out of my in-law's, furnished 4 bedrooms/2 bathrooms, living room and a kitchen on a super tight budget, sorted and re-appropriated all the donations, applied to 12 universities and 24 scholarships, performed in a school production while prepping for States, joined Boy Scouts, started soccer season, helped Santa with his shopping, celebrated an 18th birthday with all the bells and whistles, didn't miss a bday party, baby shower, wedding or any chance to catch up with friends, took a little trip to Naples and another to Disney, planned a road trip to NOLA, had fun with Halloween happenings, senior year activities and homecoming. 90 days of what some might consider absolute madness and I all could do was keep moving.
I remember whispering to my husband one night, just a few days after the incident, "I'm scared of what might happen when I don't have anything left to do" because I knew then what I have always known of myself, I gotta keep moving or else my mind has enough time to realize what trouble we're in.
See, even when I'm not idling, my mind runs at an exorbitant pace. When I am still, there is no telling where my mind will go. But this lesson I have learned, life goes on. There are good days, there are very bad days and some mediocre ones that linger in the middles. Days were not even Jesus himself could save you from your own mind and days when you feel like you could be the next Dalai Lama. Life consists of ups and downs. Rainbows and thunderstorms. We just gotta keep moving. Feel the pains of love and loss but don't dwell too long for life keeps going with or without you. Just keep moving. Sunsets and sunrises, the clock ticking on, just keep moving. Move on and on but do so mindfully or else you'll reach your destination without recognizing the course of the journey.
Family photos courtesy of Jenise Subervi of www.photosbyJenise.com who also happens to have a fantastic family blog at http://www.atoddlerandatopknot.com. She is a lovely person providing some great tips accompanied by the most adorable photos of her little.
Multi-tasking over-thinker that is, as you can imagine, often running late.