Why is it we tire so easilyThen feel useless, unmotivated
Are we programmed to produce
Or feel worthless, yet the body ages
And seeks more rest, short naps
Expand into hours, routines are zapped
Until we can recharge
Our limited batteries
Still recovering from our fun vacation
And trying to be back into the groove
Of writing and living creatively
While my old computer tries to stop me
Don't let the computer get the best of you, Lin. You can do it! I'm still struggling with this Hawaiian time dial up.
ReplyDeleteha ha ha ha... The picture on this post is hysterical. I so relate. I have been mightely tempted more than once to crawl into a drawer and catch a few winks while at work. The fact that I am NOT a hobbit precluded me from following through, however.
ReplyDeleteFortunately, we do have a comfy couch in the reception area of our office. Well, fortunate for me... not so good for the company image.
A client actually walked in a couple of weeks ago and caught me with mhy feet tucked underneath me, snuggled and snoozing. I suppose I should have been embarrassed... but he was just too funny about it.
And that brings me to the topic of resting and feeling useless and/or worthless. I refuse to let myself think that way. I personally am of the opinion that I'm a LOT more productive and carry a little more wisdom than I did in my youth when I thought it was so dang important to be busliy engaged every waking moment... and most of my moments were waking. I was never a good sleeper. I was like some manic hummingbird, flitting from one project and one place to another. I think our spirit disconnects from our mind and body when we're rushing about like that. I don't miss being in a frenzy one little bit. I love to lay in the hammock and let my mind drift wherever it chooses to wander. I find new perspective, and insight into myself, others and eternity when I allow myself the luxury of being still. When I treat my weary mind or aching bones to the rest they cry for...they reward me by thinking a little clearer, and carrying me a bit further than if I tried to trudge along in a state of exhaustion. I honestly believe that our loving Father in Heaven plans for our to body slow down as we age so that we'll take the time necessary to reflect and ponder, and allow angels to whisper to us while we're sleeping. Okay... I'm finished, stepping off my soap box, now.
WHAT!? Some whirring little piece of metal and plastic stop you? Never! You're unstopable!!