It’s Easter, so it’s quite amusing that I’m writing this piece about a rabbit hole. I’ve been thinking about it for a while and it is totally coincidental to be coming out on this weekend. This blog post about a ‘rabbit hole’ is the ‘rabbit hole’ before me right now. So down I go.
My husband jokes with me about how I disappear down rabbit holes. It’s like an idea or a task suddenly grabs a hold of me and I follow it down the hole.
I remember the early years with children, till they were about four or five years old. I felt like I never got anything done, and for the most part, I hardly ever fully completed a task. Loose ends hanging everywhere, tangling my mind. Every mom knows what I’m talking about. The frustration levels associated with not ever getting anything done was huge, until I accepted the fact that this was my life for now and that my kids were more important that getting things done. I gave myself permission to let things go. The house would never be completely clean, some projects would never get finished and some dreams would have to wait. Along the same lines was the fact that I couldn’t do things with Kent either. From our dating years, we tackled projects together. Just being together, working side by side, and getting things accomplished literally felt like we were building a life together, and I loved that. I had to compromise a little on that too, but again, just encouraged myself with the fact that this was just a season and that it too would pass, which it did.
So now I’m on the other side, I made it, and more importantly, my kids made it. As I’m now faced with a task, I can jump in, relishing the fact that I can throw myself in with total abandon, no distractions. The pleasure of starting a job and then actually finishing it, is even more satisfying after not being able to do that for so long. I’m sure I’m not the only one that feels the immense satisfaction of completing a task, or the fun of rushing down the rabbit hole.
The intense focus, the satisfaction of completion, adrenalin pounding at the mere thought of getting to the end. The only thing I need to worry about now, though, is making sure that I pick the right holes to go down – time is too precious to be going down the wrong rabbit holes.