It is the only thing that works for me.
I have been running, non-stop, for the past couple of weeks. I have traveled with my husband to Idaho. We have spent precious time with our children and grandchild. We have celebrated accomplishments, honored fathers, given gifts, played, laughed, and feasted. We have reunited with family members, amused ourselves as tourists, visited aquariums and lighthouses, combed the beach for treasures, played, laughed, and feasted some more. Exhaustive just thinking about it all.
And I have not written a single blog. I haven't even thought about writing a blog.
But in the solitude of an unexpectedly quiet morning, I have realized something about myself. I can't do more than one thing at a time; I am not a very good multi-tasker. I simply can't "think" and "do" at the same time. The past weeks of doing, as delightful as they have been, have afforded me no time to do any thinking.
And thinking is important to me. It is the time I tune into my spiritual gifts; it is the time I connect the dots; it is the time I learn new things.
Eventually my life will slow down again. I can't say for certain when that will be. There are more trips on the horizon; more reunions; more adventures. And that makes me very happy.
But I will also be just as happy when I finally have time again to stop. And think.