Sometimes I am paralyzed by the thought of doing something. I fret about all the work it might take to get there or the mess it might make that I already don’t feel like cleaning up. It’s funny how such thoughts are such an energy drain. Granted, getting myself and six kids ready and out the door more often than not causes breaches in my patience. A batch of new play dough or a sewing project with a child inevitably creates piles of clutter and a crumbly mess on the floor.
But doing is always worth it no matter how hard it is to overcome the inertia of not.
Doing, acting creates more energy than all the fretting sucks up.
Just one hour can hold a whole day’s worth of connection, beauty, fun, wonder, and creative rejuvenation.
It’s one of those lessons I have to learn over and over and over.
(photos by both Brenna and I)
Looks like a nice fall day
I was sick all week, still am.
Right now I feel overwhelmed at the prospect of getting 2 kids out the door, I can’t imagine six. But you’re right, it is always worth it in retrospect. I must remind myself of that more often.