I copied a quote from Austin Kleon sometime ago:
Life doesn’t get better. It just changes.
I don’t know if he was talking about life with a capital L or just stuff — the little as well as the big stuff.
I often hear people remark:
As soon as this event/crisis is over, we’ll get back to normal.
Another oft-heard comment is:
I wish things were like they used to be (meaning simpler, less complex, calmer, easier . . . )
I think we all want to return to whatever is familiar to us, to get back to what we’ve always known, to be in a time when things weren’t as difficult or challenging, or to continue a previous time as we remember it.
There are some who say:
Wherever you are right now is exactly where you’re supposed to be.
What if we believed that? What if we acted as if it were true?
- We’d quit fighting our circumstances.
- We’d quit wishing we were someplace else doing something other than what we’re doing at the moment.
- We’d change our expectations to be realistic for our current situation.
- We’d create a viable life in these circumstances.
- We’d witness moments of joy.
For several really good and wonderful reasons, I’ve been exhausted for the last week. Sufficient sleep so far has failed to overcome the weariness. On this Sunday afternoon I’m feeling pressured by yet-to-be-done chores, a blog to write before Tuesday, and a piano lesson on Friday.
What I really want to do is take a nap — a very long nap. I’ve listened to my body and done just that nearly every day.
But I’ve been fighting my circumstance — because I don’t like feeling tired. This is not my normal state. Generally I always have enough energy to do a little more. The writing and music deadlines keep me from napping sometimes, though in truth I’m too tired to write well or practice effectively. However, I’m afraid to act as if these deadlines don’t matter.
Just now, as I sat to write, I looked out my window to discover the violets have bloomed. My weariness has caused them to go unnoticed. They are a moment of joy — my reminder that spring is arriving. I’m going outside in a few minutes to enjoy them, to take some photos for you, and pick a few to grace my desk.
They are my hope that it’s possible to bloom in the cold and wind, that it’s possible to experience joy even in weariness.
Austin may indeed be right. Life doesn’t get better. It just changes.
That means I must work to adjust to the changes that arrive in my life:
- Weariness that takes longer to dissipate than it used to. Maybe it’s come to stay . . .
- Tasks require more time and energy than they used to.
- Good/fun things sometimes have to be turned down because I can’t do everything.
- I am no longer 25 or 40 or 50, so life naturally has changed.
Most of the time, in recent years, I’ve embraced and adjusted to life changes. This week I’ve not done so well.
I’m off to commune with the violets.
Until next Tuesday . . .