It was windy in Chicago this weekend — appropriately enough — and as the gusts swept my hair up and kicked sharp little pebbles against my skin, it felt like the weather was in my brain and my brain was in the weather. My wise friend Arin talks about the busy times in all of our lives and smiles and shakes her head and it’s good to know that I’m not the only one caught up. Not by a long shot.
My dear friend Christa’s wedding has been on the calendar for ages, it felt like, and suddenly the weekend was there and it was all happening, quickly and slowly the then it’s back to the grindstone and the end of the semester and the last few weeks at this job (I know!) and the holidays and I’m trying to keep everything in balance and be truly present in each situation.
Sometimes this busy time feels like the final kick in a cross country race — amping the energy up because you know that soon you can stop running. And while you pump your arms a little harder and lengthen your stride, the faces of everyone cheering you on come into view. You’re riding on borrowed energy and it feels both amazing and terrible at the same time.
My eyes are on the week after Christmas, but I am also trying to remember that each day is a gift and each challenge is an opportunity, and that if everything doesn’t get checked off the list the world will not come crashing down.