Sitting in a doctor’s office this morning, I was grateful. Deposited for a check-up, I wasn’t waiting for results that may hurdle me into panic or despair. Sure, the hideous mauve gown was less-than-fashionable and freezing, but, I’d soon be on my way back to my life bubble: planning Thing 1’s birthday, fixing a reservation date that I’ve already screwed up twice, and lining up a snack bar schedule.
I get so busy doing my own things during this season, that I often forget compassion.
I miss telling someone “Merry Christmas” because I’m checking emails on my phone. Presents are bought with a checklist, instead of love and thoughtfulness (hey, at least I admit it). I put off visiting family to finish chores.
Sometimes, I forget to see the blessings: my kids’ joy when we take five minutes to look at Christmas lights. Taking the baby steps towards indie, but watching my submissions to the traditional side. Or finding an amazing graphics artist to design my logo and cover–who has an even better sense of humor. Here’s a tiny glimpse of said logo:
(I did say tiny…)
If you are busy, write your to-do lists. But take time to send an email to an old friend. Mail a present and tell a bell ringer or someone holding the door, “Thank you!”
Thanks for stopping by my blog today. I appreciate each of you. Now, I need to go hunt down a basketball schedule for my kid…