Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Day 71, March 12
Spring is almost upon us. The ground is warming up, quickly melting any lingering snow and ice. Shoots of green are poking their heads through the up-to-now frozen soil.
That is the good news. The less-so-good news is that with spring, come demands. Be upbeat, we're told. Be energetic. Clean your house (for many, spring cleaning is a set-in-stone mandate). Being of a rebellious nature, I am tempted to defy these strictures. I'll be upbeat when I want to, I want to shout. And as for energetic? Forget it. Any energy I ever had was sucked away three children and twenty or so years ago. Clean my house? No way will I clean it in spring. I'll clean it any other season, but I won't be trapped into spring cleaning.
What does this say about me? Rebellious, certainly. Stubborn, definitely. And that I like to march to the beat of my own drummer. My internal drummer tells me that I don't have to listen to anyone's voice but mine ... and God's. I figure that's enough.
So, if I'm not upbeat, energetic, and possessed of a cleaning frenzy in spring, what do I do? I go to garage sales. I start a new writing project that I have no intention of finishing, but I have to get those voices out of my head. I talk to myself on my morning walks.
So, for today, I am grateful for my internal drummer, even when it's off beat from the world's.