It's June...I have periods of rest...where I am not in the midst of doing everything I do. I retreat in my body...I disconnect from the doing....but rarely does my mind stop planning the next thing.
This is my world...my life...not everyone understands it...in fact few do. I am not wasting my life, I am filling it, every moment with people and things I LOVE, absolutely love...I am using it well. I make a difference. I care deeply. I have great purpose. It fills me with great joy. So why the flip do I have to explain myself to every Tom, Dick, Harry, Jane, Jill and June that I do NOT live a frantic half life. Why do people feel the need to put a 'How to Say No' book anonymously in my church mailbox. Seriously?
I get tired. I rest. I am not going to burn out. I am not running myself into the ground. I hate it when I get sick and people shake their heads at me and say, "You should slow down. You're wearing yourself down. It's no wonder you're sick. " People, viruses make you sick, germs make you sick. Doing stuff does not make you sick. I am not worn out. I am busy. I am not stressed. I am efficient.
I will not sit back, not now. I will NOT take it easy, because going hard is better....way better. I live with no regrets. I live knowing I am doing ALL I can. I am not trying to control or take over, I just want to do what I do well...and most of the time I succeed to the benefit of others and to the joy in my heart from knowing that.
That's what I want as my epitaph....She gave her all, all the time, in all she did. I will die with the deep sigh, going on to glory with the satisfaction of knowing I did my best.
So....hey...don't give me grief. Thank you.
