Stormy Music


I am lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, and watching the rain fall from above through a gap in the curtains, fat drops dripping from the eaves amongst the millions of raindrops fast falling. The thunder almost sounds like a purr thrumming into me, lulling me to sleep. This sound that once frightened me as a child now provides a soothing bass line as my day wends towards its end. The most natural position, I find, is with my left arm up on the pillow beside my head, right hand resting on my stomach, my head turned slightly to the¬†left, and my eyes closed. This feels right, this feels…perfect.

There are things to do, of course. Yes, there is always something to do. Laundry to be done, corn to be shucked and boiled for dinner. But for here, for now, this is where I am to be. In these forgotten minutes that make up my fringe hours. Listening to the music of the clouds, an orchestra playing the oldest lullaby just for me.

Searching for a little balance


Quotes from chapter 2 of The Fringe Hours: Making Time for You, by Jessica N. Turner:

“When we live using our God-given talents and passions, I believe we are pleasing him and more fully living the life we were born to live.”

“In our mess, God makes us strong. In your glorious imperfection, you can still shine beautifully bright. Embrace that truth. Stop trying to be everything for everyone and start investing in who and what really matters.” (Emphasis mine)

I have always felt the need to be everything for everyone (or what everyone expects) and to be excellent at it, what’s more. Still do at times, to be perfectly honest. I am trying to better learn and practice self-care. That doesn’t mean that I don’t care about everyone. It just means I care about myself, too. I know the burnout that comes from stretching too thin or giving so much outside of me that there’s nothing left for me – time, emotion, thought, etc. I’m endeavoring to find that precious balance and this book is very encouraging this far. ^_^