Less than a week of the semester has passed, and I'm already experiencing anxious anticipation of the months looming ahead. "Don't over-extend yourself... give yourself a break... don't try and do too much..." I've heard it all before, but I don't always listen. Well, at least not to the point where a change is made.
As my giant 4-quadrant wall calendar has shifted in resemblance to a color-coded checkerboard of due dates, meetings, and events, feelings of fear and excitement mingle amidst my thoughts of the upcoming months. How will everything possibly get done?? Who really knows, but it will. It always does... somehow.
Constantly convincing myself that it'll be okay works for a time, but even this becomes a tedious task. Repetition. Monotonous drones. Time and time again. I tell myself it'll be okay. I know it will.
But is that enough? Am I content to merely "make it through" the days and weeks that threaten to clog my life with things to do? Not at all! I'm committed to enjoying life, not just getting by. Beauty arises in picturesque moments of cascading snow from above... smiles and laughter fill rooms with inescapable life... phone calls from home, car rides with friends, profound lines in a book, sweet smells in the kitchen... each elicit enjoyment of life in their own right. These must be savored.
Caffeine will likely be a constant companion, but the busyness of life will not steal my joy. I have resolved to stop, to breath, to love life... moreover, I have resolved to enjoy my Lord forever.
