After running to and fro and working like crazy over the last few months, I decided to work from home this week. I needed to not rush through the morning. I needed to not spend much of my day talking, talking, talking. I needed to use the time usually spent in commute and hustle and bustle out of and back into the house in silence and with far less movement.
With my guys gone during the day, I spent a lot of time alone. I thought I’d spend the extra time writing—or at least making sense of the clutter and chaos in my home office.
But I didn’t.
In my spare time, I chose to binge watch a series on Netflix, play around with planner tools, and sign books.
I have far too many thoughts crammed into my head to write or think clearly. Unlike the physical clutter in my office, I can’t easily organize the mental clutter into files or keep, give away, and toss piles. Decluttering the mind requires a bit more intentionality—prayer, meditation, journaling, discipline, and the ear of a trusted friend. It certainly takes more than a day or two.
Since I am lacking the bandwidth to deal with any of it right now, I decided to live with the jumble of thoughts, words, and feelings for a while.
That’s simply the best I can do at the moment. And, you know what? That’s okay.
About the Image: The rose featured in this post was given to me by my 8-year-old cousin, Mikayla, for Mother’s Day. It happily lived among my sunflowers for more than two weeks.