Five Minute Friday: Here

5-minute-friday-1I have five minutes to write, five minutes to breathe creativity into my day. But nothing enters my head or rests on my heart this morning. I listen for inspiration. I listen to the purr of the refrigerator and the heavy breathing of the furnace. My mind is a jumble of thoughts. There are dirty dishes piled high in the sink, beds unmade, and clothes needing to be washed. My desk is buried under running schedules and history books. I’m not even sure what is for dinner tonight.

I’m still thinking about this week’s unfinished lessons, only 8 more weeks of school. I panic, a little. There is still so much left I want to accomplish. We are studying force and motion right now and it makes me think about moving forward. It makes me think about pushing past obstacles. It makes me think about finding balance.

My legs are sore and achy from pushing myself to finally start running again. I have only completed two workouts this week, and yet it feels more like twenty.

Here is slow and steady, spitting rain speckles the windows. Luna sleeps soundly in her bean-bag chair, curled up in a ball so tight someone might mistake her for a furry pin cushion. The Hare will sleep for another two hours. She will have to be woken up, in fact, or she might sleep until noon. I am tempted to go back to bed too. I could work on incomplete chores, I could print and prep next week’s lessons or spend more time on the couple of volunteer things I need to finish, but I won’t. Instead I will have another cup of coffee, listen to the morning birds chirping and read.

Outside it is cold and damp here, and I miss my family living states away. I miss my mom. I miss being in school. I miss sunshine and flip-flops. I miss lunch outside, sipping freshly made Margaritas on the rocks, laughing with my friends. I miss the smell of Mountain Laurels and Magnolias.

And yet, in my heart, there is no question that here is still the only place I really want to be. Here is where my life resides. And it is a good one.

15 thoughts on “Five Minute Friday: Here

  1. Sounds like you truly know how to live in the moment, minus a few thoughts about housework and homework!

    Ironic how I dream about having quiet, peace-filled moments to treasure…and then when those moments present themselves to me- I feel guilty for not doing ‘what I’m supposed to be doing’ …and the moment is wasted.

  2. There is such peace in knowing your here is right where you are suppose to be not because everything is perfect but because the One that has you here is perfect. Thanks for sharing a part of your day.

  3. I know just how you feel, Ems. I know I am where I am supposed to be, and it is a good place to be. But I miss my kids living states away, I miss my San Antonio and Austin, I miss my Fairfield, Connecticut, I miss, I miss, I miss…but life is still good and I am blessed and thankful.

  4. If this is the post that comes out in five minutes without inspiration, I can only imagine how amazing the inspired post would be! Well done and I could really relate to the things tugging at you to get done.

  5. Yep! Oh those mountain laurels and magnolias!! My here is far away from those laurels, too. I have a rhododendron in the yard, but it isn’t the same and family is 6 1/2 hours away. My coffee is cold, I’m wearing pajamas, and it will soon be time to leave for the gym. Life is good, though when we are grateful and really look at all the blessings we have. So glad you stopped by my “here” earlier. 🙂

  6. I love this post. I feel as though I really got a piece of you from reading it 🙂 Sometimes I too choose the extra cup of coffee and some reading. You time is just as important as all of the other things we need to tend to in a day, good for you!

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