It’s easy for her to rush forward. To try and solve it all before it happens. She thinks she’s doing herself a favor, but she’s not.
She needs to take a step back.
Watch the ripples of water fall down the facet or see as the rays of sun rise from the earth. Take in the little pausing moments of the days. Notice how his smile twitches or how she says thank you. Hold the little baby close and feel the beating heart of another soul.
Or even, stop and listen to her own breathing. Feel the soft tempo of her being – set aside her thoughts that are too deep, full of worry beyond her strength.
Emerge life into her unyielding mind. Remind it how when she was little she could sit for hours and talk to her imaginary friends: Sally, Missy and Lilly. It was fun then to just play. Sit on her bottom and drink fake tea or wear her mommy’s clothing and shoes.
She didn’t perform then, not for anyone expect herself and it was fun.
She laughed at her own jokes even if they weren’t funny.
She didn’t think about tomorrow and perhaps, that’s when the rush began. When tomorrow popped in and said hello to Sally.
Then without asking her, Sally began to believe tomorrow and tell her to think about it.
Did she know where she was going and what she was doing and what she would be wearing??
So many questions she didn’t know how to answer Sally…
Slowly, Sally, Missy and Lilly no longer asked her anymore questions because tomorrow took them away. They where enslaved by their curiosity of what could come later. What if they could do something to make tomorrow better? Today, was not enough and so, tomorrow needed to be perfect.
Tomorrow is now her king and I just pray — YES, I pray, she remembers the little quiet things.
If she does, the rushing will stop.
She will come back. She will find her rest and sit down and play. She will no longer play with Sally, Missy and Lilly because she has grown up.
But also, she will have found herself again.