I saw the topic for 5 Minute Friday and my heart jumped into my throat. I set the timer and went for it, resolving to write for the full 5 minutes, even if Thomas wailed through most of it.
He was quiet the entire time.
Here are the rules as laid out by Lisa-Jo, aka "Gypsy Mama" -
Basically, you set a timer for five minutes and just WRITE. No editing, no stopping to second-guess yourself, just a free flow of your thoughts hitting paper....keyboard....whatever. She gives the topic and then you just GO. Then you link back to Lisa-Jo and invite others to join in.
So this is me....taking the Five Minute Friday challenge.
Today's topic: Song
GO.
Get out of town. I can hardly believe the prompt today is on SONG because I have been thinking about writing about this song for about a week, ever since the big announcement of my train bound for Crazytown.
Saturday night I came home from a really tough night at work. It was the kind of night that left us all so bent out of shape that we sent someone on a run for shakes and malts. Rough nights sometimes call for a cocktail, but horrible nights require a chocolate malt. I stumbled into my bedroom after work and managed to hold my eyes open long enough to tell Evan that I had come to a startling realization. In my most "this is so obvious and I can't believe it's just dawning on me voice" I proclaimed to my love:
"I've decided that I work way harder than you do."
In retrospect, I blame my prideful assertion on the exhaustion, but imagine my surprise when my darling just chuckled and agreed with me 100%. "Totally," he said, "there's no doubt that you are the hardest worker in this family."
As much as I thought his acknowledgement would make me feel proud, it just reminded me yet again that I need to get my schedule and priorities (and my overblown ego) in order, but not in the expected way. I need to push PAUSE for a little bit. I need to turn the radio off and just be still for a bit.
I'm WORN.
"I've lost the will to fight, so Heaven come and flood my eyes."
This song by Tenth Avenue North moved me to tears as I drove to preschool the morning after realizing I needed to admit my anxiety and seek help for it. It also provided me with a poignant reminder that, more than any other remedy, I need to find rest in the quiet presence of the Lord and reconnect with my Father. And I intend to do exactly that.
TIME'S UP.
