I have been itching to write all day. Literally, while at work I thought about how I wish I could have my thoughts recorded somehow for a new post while I do my work and no one would ever know. Sounds silly…I know, but I’m onto something. Today, I would rather have written a blog post than spend 2 hours in a meeting rehashing what was discussed 2 years ago. At the end of the day, I facilitated that meeting, got on a conference call shortly after to address a pressing issue, and practically ran out of the building to teach my Tuesday night Zumba fitness class.
It feels good to have my fingers on the keyboard, but I’m having to navigate my thoughts while listening to my husband express his concerns regarding our son and the marching band. Parenting is hard work. It can be emotionally, physically and spiritually draining. This is further complicated by having to deal with one’s own insecurities that can bubble up to the surface when dealing with one’s own child(ren). I’m now counseling my husband on strategies that would help the relationship and how we can best move forward. Some of the issue is communication and communication styles. Inadequate communication is a problem that I’ve observed in more and more settings (i.e., home, school, and work). I’m glad that I can offer calm, rational and relatively objective feedback. That would not have been the case a while ago because I would get frustrated by my husband’s frustration. However, my stance is that the atmosphere starts with me and if I could listen to the problems of about 35-40 clients every week for years, I could certainly be patient enough to listen to my husband’s. (On a later post, I’ll write about the message God sent me with regard to serving my family.)
So much for my brilliant, thought provoking blog piece. It’s getting late and I need to get some rest. I’m not adhering to the guidelines I set for myself to shut off electronics at least an hour before bed. I couldn’t help but get a blog post in. Actually, I could. (I caught myself. There are things within our control that we act like are not. Stop it.) I made a choice to sacrifice some sleep to write. The problem with that is that I am at a place where I could go from a few days to a week of getting little sleep, which is usually prompted by stress. I know first hand what lack of sleep does to the body and mind. I hope to get some solid hours in tonight and I hope you do too.