In the Eye of the Hurricane

It’s Sunday morning, still early.

I’m not really a morning person.

(I laughed while typing that last sentence, because I’m not really a night owl either. I have both feet planted firmly in the ‘not too early, not too late’ camp. If I told you when I’d like to get up and when I’d like to go to sleep, you’d laugh as well.)

I’d much rather be sleeping right now. I need the extra sleep. I’ve been getting up too early for too long.

This was supposed to the morning I finally got a chance to sleep in. But the fates intervened and here I am.


Alone. (Well, not really. Oli is nearby. Sleeping, of course.)


Contemplating my day. It’s gonna be a doozy.

The running ‘to do’ list of things I need to get done has now morphed into an almost-as-long list of things that I desperately must get done.

And my calendar? For the next two weeks it looks like like Picasso’s Guernica. Lots of dark penciling and not much white space. Pen marks reaching into the tiny corners of the squares allocated for each day, spilling over into the next.

It’s as if a mischievious elf came in during the night and sprinkled in several more appointments and meetings I can’t get out of. (Believe me, I know, because I’ve racked my brain trying to figure out how.) 

I’m on the cusp of launching a big, bold new project, and much of the nitty gritty detail work needs to be completed over the next three weeks.

The inner thrill of the new keeps me inspired, moving. It’s the pull of the rest that seems to be bogging me down: the errands and chores and tasks and meetings and commitments and desk-clearing that seem to go on and on. 

Did I mention I’ve got family coming to visit in five days?

We’re so excited, can’t wait to play tour guide and share our world with them.

But I’d be lying if I said a part of me wasn’t a bit apprehensive about fitting in the myriad little requirements I can’t get out of with the preparation and visiting and sightseeing and being together that I’m looking forward to.

I know I’m not unique. Seems like everyone’s overbooked and overscheduled and overworked and overwhelmed.

So I’m taking these moments to sit in peace.

 I know the list beckons. The items on it fight over who gets top-billing, who gets done before whom.

But that’s precisely why I made the list: to get the items out of my head and onto the paper. Clear my mind. Allow myself to focus.

In the distance, the storm clouds gather. Soon the gale-force winds will be howling and the rain slashing. Visibility will be nearly nil.

But for now, it’s just me and my coffee. Calm in the eye of the hurricane.


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