Wow, it's been a doosy of a week.
I thought I was getting better and made the mistake of running three miles on Thursday, only to discover that I'm pretty certain that I have a sinus infection.
My husband has also been down for the count and immersed in contractual work which has been exhausting.
The baby got her one year vaccinations and another tooth.
And, Sam and Kate got sandwiched in the middle...somewhere between "just a minute, sweetheart," and "mama will be right there."
Monday starts my official training plan and I'm terrified. I'm tired. I'm a bit discouraged and wondering when the dust bunnies will vacate, the laundry will fold itself, and the feelings of being overwhelmed and underachieving will go away.
Just before I passed out last night, I read a passage that resonated. In a nutshell, the author indicated that most of us are impoverished when it comes to the work of the soul. We thrive on acquiring, amassing, consuming and we mask it in goal setting and accomplishment. Our most important task in life is to learn to be...with all of it. The frustration, the sickness, the embarrassment, the second thoughts, the hopes, the excitement...it's the best model that we can be to our children...teaching them how to treasure the power of being in the moment. And that is what I did as I spent two gut wrenching hours shoveling our drive. I felt the pain, the desire to give up, the back ache and the silence of the bright snow.