Snow came to Connecticut yesterday and it was one of those wet, heavy, beautiful snows that lies heavily on the tree branches and changes the landscape into a fairyland. The kind of snow that creates a hushed and peaceful world. Only I wasn't in the hushed and peaceful world. I was at work fielding phone calls from patients who were mostly not taking responsibility for themselves. I hate that. We are trained to be patient and understanding and kind and listening and helpful. Well, OK, I can do that. And I do do that. But it does take its toll. It wears me out. It drains the compassion right out of me.
And then work was over after darkness had fallen. I was tired, came home, had supper, finished the novel I was reading. Went to bed. Slept well. Awakened refreshed. Awakened late and refreshed. Errands to run. Stuff to do. Time. Where is all that childhood time that went on and on and on forever? Not n my life. Not now anyway.
There are just too many things that I want to do piled on top of the things that I have to do. And then time seems to fold in upon itself. Plus, being the nut that I am, I am constantly adding in new things that I want to do and then the have to do things go wanting and then life gets to be hectic and time spirals down upon me.
Relax, Barbara, take a deep breath, enjoy the snow. Time will take care of itself.
