That bothersome, underlying sense of guilt.
A feeling of having forgotten something, but not being sure what it was.
A perpetual effort to do better next time . . .
Really, it is this question that keeps me awake at night, continually wondering if I chose the right things, if I wasted time, if I am living well:
What will you do with your one wild and precious life?
I am a stay-at-home-mom (gratefully, joyfully so) and my days can be what I make them. Often I find my days rather blank and I grow anxious, my mind swimming with possible ways to use the time.
A mother's days are bent around the mundane: to wipe the nose and fill the cup and teach, again, how to be kind, to tie the shoe, to live well.
And this is what I am learning, on my quest for how to live, for how to take Life by the shoulders and wrap both arms and legs around it:
The mundane is what matters most.
When finding myself fretting, the answer always is to simplify.
In all other matters, the answer usually is to simplify.
First take care of the spiritual, then you will know how to take care of the natural.
Let loveliness be my guiding priority.
. . . more to come on what I am learning about living loveliness.