I started putting Christmas stuff away yesterday in the midst of house cleaning. Which means I gather it all together and pile it in a huge mess in the dining room, scattering glitter everywhere.
It takes a couple of days because as soon as I think I'm done and the last box is shut, there's a little Christmas something I forgot, sticking it's figurative tongue out at me, saying "Neener, neener, you forgot me!"
Do your Christmas decorations do that to you?
Anyway, I didn't make as much progress as I'd hoped. My back has been hurting (did I tell you that? Can't remember!) and while it's on the mend and was feeling lots better, it started aching again yesterday afternoon.
Part of me totally wanted to push through it.
Because there are THINGS TO BE DONE.
Amazingly and uncharacteristically, I grabbed a book, a mug of hot water, sat on the couch with my feet up, and read a book.
Because the truth is, I don't often know when to stop. I don't like leaving things undone and will keep going at the expense of, well, fill in the blank. I don't want to stop till it's done. When the truth is, IT is never done. There is always something else to do. (Sound familiar, self?)
And while I'd like to think that I can handle it, I can organize it, I can get it all done if I just set my mind to it, the truth is that I can't.
Sometimes, I need to stop. Even when it's not all done.
Here's hoping I learn the lesson in such a way that I'll stop before my back starts to hurt.
P.S. Oh, and the tree? That's staying up a while longer yet. Minus the glittery, sparkly stuff. Filled instead with wintery stuff. And soon to be filled with Valentine-y stuff. Who knows? It may stay up all the way till next Christmas. We'll see...