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“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1)
Well, we’re back at it. The tree and lights have been packed, the parties attended, Christmas carols sung, and presents opened. The holidays are busy, busy, busy, but worth every moment.
I’ve been really blessed. I had this whole last week off with my husband; we made no plans and did nothing important.
I wasn’t used to that. At all.
You see, the last few years have been filled with busyness: getting my husband through law school and myself through grad school, teaching for the first time, writing my first book, performing in musicals, participating in church leadership, not to mention hanging out with family and friends.
All of that aside, busyness seems to be a part of who I am. I’m naturally a doer. A go-go-goer. I am always making plans, checking items off of lists, and in general speeding through life as if it’s a race. And in part, it is: a race to better myself, to make sure I take advantage of all life has to offer.
But after awhile, racing like that—all the time—wears on me. But I’ve become so good at (metaphorically) running that I forget what it feels like to walk. I figured the time to start running again would be this week, after having a week off. I thought I’d take off, full blast, tomorrow, January 3 (when I start a new job!) and run into the sunset of 2012.
But this week off did a lot more for me than I thought it would.
Because even though walking feels foreign to me, it’s good for me. It gives rest to my muscles. It allows me to focus on my breathing and my reason for running the race in the first place. And above all, it helps me to run even faster when it’s time to run again.
So I think I’m going to keep walking for a little while. I’ll still start my new job, write, and spend time with loved ones. But I don’t need to keep going with this intense pressure cooker of a life that I’ve been living for the past however-many years. I have always had high expectations for myself, and that won’t change—but I think I need to allow God to have a little more control over the timing of it all.
He means for us to enjoy life, not just jump from goal to goal, accomplishing them and not taking the time to celebrate each one. But that’s what I’ve done—it’s what you do when you’re constantly running.
I always thought if I slowed down, I wouldn’t achieve anything. That life would get away from me. But if I remain focused, but still move forward, then I’ll eventually get there. Slow and steady—and focused on God’s plan—wins the race in my book.
Welcome, 2012!
Your Turn: Metaphorically speaking, do you tend to run or walk through life? Or is it a mixture?