Six Weeks

I just found out today that I have six more weeks of laying really low to go.

Or in my least favourite, most ambiguous way of them saying it to me: I'm supposed to take it very easy.

But I did get some more concrete directives and it involves no more walking for the next week. Then a teeny bit of only walking as far as up my block for awhile. And then around week six or eight I can begin to think about my runs. It would be so easy for me to fight this and feel frustrated with what I can't do (if only just internally) but I decided I'm not going to - I'm going to embrace it.

So what would you do with six weeks in your PJs and slippers?

I clearly have been handed an opportunity to take good care of my health and pour into my kids without any heavy lifting - literally and figuratively. I want to take full advantage of this opportunity.

One of the things I have learned about myself, however, is I need routine - a system to create in and a process for enjoyment (as my friend calls it.)  I had been feeling really overwhelmed, though, about how to structure this in a beautiful (non-guilt inducing) way. I like goals and I need touch points. (Besides just my slippers that are, admittedly, soft to the touch.) But how to do that when I'm really not allowed to do?

Through a beautiful surprise this week I feel like I got some help. Have you seen this book? The kids and I have already begun saying nightly compline together and it has been exactly what we needed to bring a new sort of order and peace to our day. I am slowly adopting the readings through out my own hours and it is creating just the rhythm I needed.

Here is what I am doing: