Friday, March 2, 2012
As it should be
Thirteen hours of sleep did me a world of good. I took a 2 hour nap yesterday afternoon yet was still able to sleep hard for 11 hours last night. When I sleep long, when I wake refreshed, I am so happy. It makes me cringe a little, realizing that the new parents have not likely had anything close to a proper amount of rest. In exchange for their sleep deprivation and exhaustion, though, is happiness at the arrival of their daughter.
I'm working hard all day today, trying to make up for the cancelled appointments Wednesday and Thursday. But get this: for the first time in years (unless I was traveling or taking a class), I have the entire weekend free. Whoa. A real weekend, like a real person. I'll need it; no one gets over a marathon in one day, at least not after age 50, but still ... a whole weekend? It's almost freaky.
Feeling good today to have laid down the mantle of doula. (I never liked that word. It doesn't adapt, how does one conjugate this term? Doula-ing? For heaven's sake.) It wasn't my best work and as I am speeding straightaway towards the end of the decade of my fifties, it's right and proper to release all endeavors that don't fit like a glove.
In exchange for my willingness to loosen my grip on what no longer makes sense, I feel I'm being given a free weekend. What a blessing! With a big bow I say to the Mysterious Ones who arranged the timing of this: THANK YOU!
Shabbat shalom, y'all.