The other evening, after what seemed like my 100th day home due to illness (it was actually my seventh), I found myself restless. The CPA had come home and while I was glad to have company after a long day by myself, I was still restless. It was more than restlessness actually, it bordered on boredom.
But how could that be? I have a list of things to do that is literally a mile long and includes everything from paint the nursery to clean the bathroom, yet there I was, bored. And restless.
It finally occurred to me what my problem is. I feel that I’m in a state of “limbo.” I’m in the process of preparing for something that is bigger than anything I’ve ever known, something that will change our lives in ways that I can’t yet imagine. Yet while I prepare, nothing seems to be happening. The world is continuing to revolve on its axis just like every other day and I continue to get up and get dressed and go to work just like everyone else. But with something so earth-shattering merely weeks away, shouldn’t things be different?
It’s almost like I don’t quite know what to do with myself. It’s as if I don’t want to spend my energy doing the mundane, daily tasks that I’ve done for so many years when my life will drastically change in a matter of weeks. But it is still weeks away and even though it feels like time has stopped, I know that the moment will arrive and I’ll wonder were it all went.
So until then, I will just have to be patient and keep plugging along. Besides, that nursery isn’t going to paint itself!
Is it just me or does everyone get like this?





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