Sick is what I am. Tired all through, achey all through, hard-to-keep-eyes-open sick.
I think I've worn myself out. I've been going non-stop, busy busy busy for days now. Not sleeping enough. The kids have even said, "Mum! You've got to get more sleep!"
In the past four days I've written a resume for a job running Creative Writing Workshops (yes, more workshops! Can't get enough). I returned lots and lots of email and wrote one long one—wrangled with it for three hours in the pre-dawn before I called it done (and I have yet to send it. Waiting to see in my heart if I should). Spent days (it seems!) listening to music. Played and laughed and talked with my kids and with friends. Stayed up watching movies with my husband. Went to see Rio in 3D (my girl's first time). Hiked up a mountain to a waterfall in the cold without a jacket. Wrote an article about homeschooling (that should get published soon!). Couldn't sleep, worrying over the words of my article, because I wanted it to not just be good, but to SHINE. Stayed up. Stayed up. Stayed up.
At 4pm yesterday, my Tired got so big I put myself to bed. I've been in bed, sleeping mostly, for almost 24 straight hours.
I suppose that's a sign I should slow down?
But there are all these things to do! So much, so much.
I will get to them, soon. But right now, I'm going back to bed.
Hoping you all are well and wonderful out there, in your own busy worlds, finding time to rest, finding time for slow and still and good.