I've got a poem called Take a Moment and it is about rushing around dealing with the chaos of daily life but remembering to stop and take a moment to enjoy what is and what you have. I've been feeling very unproductive when it comes to my writing. I know I've been writing up a storm but for some reason I'm not feeling like I'm accomplishing all that I should.
It sounds silly, even as I write this I feel a bit foolish for feeling this way. However, I have been feeling like I'm not getting myself out there enough. I've not been submitting articles, stories, or poetry as much as I would like. I'm also not marketing my work as much as I would like.
I work my day job and come home to spend a little time with Ken before he goes to bed. I spend the rest of my evenings working on writing of some sort. I'm just not getting the things I mentioned done. I've been writing and editing like mad.
A couple days ago, I was feeling pretty negative about my writing and my accomplishments. I had to "take a moment" because I have been so busy dealing with the chaos of my life, I've forgotten to look at all that I have accomplished.
Here is my poem and my reminder to be gentle with yourself and take a moment to realize how much you do... I think we all need a reminder of that - I know I do.
Take A Moment
Alarm rings, crawl out of bed,
Rush through a shower, breakfast, last minute chores
Scurry out the door, dropping kids at school or work
Charge through the day, watching the clock wish it to be
Break time, lunch time, quitting time
Hurry home to make dinner
Mother and wife the family,
Dishes, bills, homework, college info, counsel kids
Be everything to everyone.
Take a moment to watch
The squirrels scamper and chase
Across the yard
Take a moment to hear
The birds singing with joy
For the new day
Take a moment to smell
The soothing scents of flowers
Blooming in season
Take a moment to feel the breeze
Toying gently with your hair
Twisting and tangling it
Take a moment to taste
A crisp green apple picked
Fresh from the tree
Take a moment…
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