Thirsting Or Just Thirsty

I’m having one of those days except that it has lasted weeks – that restless feeling. Like any minute now my real life is going to start even though, clearly, my life is well under way. I get this way and then it passes, but this loitering around on the fringe of my daily life is not a good use of time. I shouldn’t even be mentioning this – boredom at my age, how lame, and yet I’ve been crawling out of my skin lately. I tend to blame the stay-home-mom thing because it’s so easy – too easy.

But here’s the great thing, something or someone comes along and clears the fog and I just like that I can see again. I can see that I was restless before I was home full-time, before I even had children, when it rained, sometimes the entire month of March. My choice to be home with Isaac and Libby is indeed the right one; it’s my daily choices that get me in trouble.

I don’t need to cure my restlessness but learn to use it as a warning device, my inner voice screaming at me to… Take a walk whenever I have the chance. Bundle everyone up and go outside for some fresh air even if it takes us longer to get bundled than actual time spent outdoors. Call a friend; it does wonders for the soul. Drink a glass of water. It’s entirely possible that most of my downfalls stem from basic dehydration.

So, I raise a glass (of water) to the people, the places and the things that guide us and pull us back onto the path we have rightly chosen. Cheers!