This morning I woke up to the sun beaming through a crack in the curtains. The moment it crossed the horizon it shown through our bedroom window and into my closed eyelids causing me to squint. The curtain blew gently in the morning breeze, causing an intermittent burst of light to shine through. The sun didn’t want me to sleep any longer and was coaxing me awake with its undeniable glow.
I began writing a post in my head as I lay there and quickly got out of bed to jot it down. I have been feeling stuck lately. Bloated with ideas I can’t seem to get out. Overwhelmed with responsibilities. Projects that I want to do but just can’t find the time for. Limited by the things I have to do and unable to play and dream and build new things or tend to the ones that already exist.
Things have overgrown and are in need of a haircut. The grass has grown tall. The weeds have crept in one by one slowly taking over the garden. The soil is parched. Everywhere I look there are problems to be solved.
Dog hair swirls in the corners of the hallways like tumbleweeds. I walk past it but don’t sweep it up. It’s on my list of to dos when I have time. But the to dos have grown too long and the window for keeping up is ever shrinking.
I don’t really know what I’m trying to say with this post. Perhaps just this. One step at a time. One by one. Sweep the dog hair. Mow the lawn. Write the post. Scream. Get it out. Imperfections and insecurities and unknowns will always be present and willing to keep us safe and secure. It’s an excuse to get bogged down. Attack it. Machete everything in your way until you can see the ground again. Until you can discern your dreams from the piles and piles of things.
It’s time to release the tension. Start doing again. Feel the possibility of the day. Rise with the sun and light the world.
