Rush.Stop

This week could be one that takes it out of me completely. I spent a good deal of yesterday in deadline mode, trying to complete some rather complicated yet creative work within the alloted hours of the day.

At times I have an urge to close my office door, but I cannot - there are too many people who need to connect during the day. I find it frustrating having to constantly stop, help, then regather my thoughts to push on with the project I'm completing.

Yet there are full stops during the day, and a few comma's too.

I had a call from a good friend I hadn't heard from in many months, who has had a lot of intense stuff going on in her life. I've finally convinced my son that I will be taking a "me, myself and I" day next week, spending time on my own to gather my soul into one place (with thankfully an unexpected day's leave suddenly due!). I spent time outdoors watering my ever-sprouting veggie garden, watching birds and talking to dogs.

It's those little punctuation marks in the day that make the difference between coping and caving. I'm using them to the fullest, milking them for all they're worth.

I'm blessed to work in a semi-rural environment. This college campus was built on a farm industry and still has a lot of blank land. Right next to my office building is a herb garden strewn with roses and good-smelling things. I can take a quick break to stroll the pathways. If you're quiet, you often get to see a little fieldmouse or lizard in the greenery.

I'm listening to Eden's Bridge in my one-person office. I can glance out the window and watch one of a pair of eagles soar. Those are punctuation points in my day.

In spite of the noise of cleaners and copiers, in spite of voices and vehicles, there is still calm if you look for it.