I was sooooo looking forward to this past weekend. I was just feeling...I dunno, spread thin? Dealing with things like a stolen car and vomit and a big new job added on to my current job and I was just tired. Like really, really tired. Depleted. Exhausted. Burned out.
The weekend was going to just be...a weekend. No plans. Just us, hanging out at home in between rehearsals, recitals, basketball games and boys. Lots and lots of boys.
Good thing I like boys.
Friday night, that guy that I like so much worked late. Again. Remember Sabbatical? Last semester? When he was home, hanging out in our garden?
Yeah, I remember that too. Past tense. But summer is coming...or so I've heard.
Does that sound whiney? Oh good, because it was.
Back to Friday night. We grilled strip steaks for tacos and then that guy that I like so much was off to work. Later in the evening the garden heaters came on and our neighbors popped over for a glass of wine and a lot of laughter...and a lot of yawning. It was the perfect way to usher out the week and usher in the weekend.
Saturday morning, early, there was THE hike. The BIG hike. The big STEEP hike.
It felt glorious. Hard, but glorious.
The weather was chilly, a little misty, kind of grey. Perfect hiking weather.
I am just feeling so thankful. A few years ago, my idea of hiking was to pull up my pants.
Now? It means putting one foot in front of the other and climbing hills.
I like the new version of hiking better than the old.
The best part about hiking early on a Saturday morning? Coming home and making pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes. And then eating chocolate chip pancakes...without guilt.
The rest of the weekend was a bit of a blur but I do remember on Sunday at church feeling fed. Replenished. Whole. I have been missing that part of my life...that spiritual side. The praying side. I've put God on a shelf lately, pulling him out of my pocket when I need him.
I'm not proud of that. At all. So Sunday was good. A step in the right direction. The whole fact that He never leaves and I continue to put everything else first? Overwhelming.
No wonder I feel like I'm barely holding on. I'm ignoring my anchor.
Sunday night? I actually felt whole again. Rested. Relaxed. Grounded. Blessed.
This week? One day at a time. Just one day at a time.