Well, here we are--the last week of Advent. How did we get here so soon?
This question reminds me of something my 93 year old father says frequently, "I didn't think I would get old so fast."
And yet, here we are, ready or not.
In an email earlier in Advent a friend mentioned how she now only decorates the main floor of her condo and not the basement family room area. She added, "I don't want to become one of those people who doesn't decorate at all" because "it's too much work."
I happen to love decorating and most everything else that is part of this season. Yes, it is a lot of work, but does that work bring you joy? Does that work add sparkle and light to your life? Is it more than work? True, I don't have to go off to a job everyday and squeeze in Christmas preparations along the way. I remember those days, and they were exhausting.
However, even though my life is more spacious now, I have less energy than I did when we were raising our family, but perhaps I now ask wiser questions that lead to more thoughtful answers.
What is it that truly gives me joy at this time of my life?
In what ways can I bring joy?
Is my heart open in this holy season?
Where do I find hope and how can I create hope?
Perhaps it is time to think about what you most want to do, rather than what you don't want to do. If something feels like too much work, what playful act will replace it? I don't mean to suggest that just because something is "work," doing it isn't worthwhile or important and meaningful or just plain necessary, like doing the laundry. What I am instead suggesting is that this is the perfect season, the perfect time of our lives, to be conscious about the choices in front of us.
One more thought: My great-grandmother, whom we called Aunt Annie, after doing something requiring effort, time and just plain hard work, often said she felt a "good tired."
My prayer for you is that if you are tired these last days of Advent, may it be a "good tired."
What new choices have you been making recently? I would love to know.