I find myself caught up in the hurry scurry of everyday stuff much of the time. Work can be categorized as putting out fires much of the time. Sure, we’ve got regular duties, but intruding upon that are the urgent needs of many people. That’s why I liken it to putting out fires. Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. Many people have the same issues at work and at home, so it’s not that I’m complaining. More, I’m trying to understand why I allow myself to get caught up in it so much of the time.
If I could set aside some time for me and me alone, I think that might be an answer. And, interestingly, as I sat down here to write this entry I closed my eyes while my fingers rested on the keyboard and took a really deep breath. It didn’t take but 3 seconds. Then, when I opened my eyes it was easy to start writing.
It was a co-worker who told me to breathe deeply the other day. She could tell I was moving into over-load. I hadn’t noticed since I was on the roller coaster and didn’t have plans to get off of it anytime too soon. I’ve thought more and more about what she said to me. Even before I knew the value of breathing deeply prior to beginning a session of writing but I just hadn’t thought a great deal about it in the midst of a very busy day at work.
The two halves of my life sometimes seem to be so different from each other. But, I suppose, in reality they are not. I’m here in my blogs and at my website to serve. I try to help people through the uncertainty of psychic awakening, through the grieving process, and to a place where they might take a mature and responsible hand in the direction of their own spiritual growth. I suppose I must try to bring something of the same to my work.
So, it’s a small step. Or, breath. It took only a few seconds and I feel a lot better too.