5Apr

Cloud Control

I have a desk and a lamp and a chair that cradles my temperamental back like a luxury, but more often than not, I find myself set up here at the kitchen table. On one side of me, a coffee mug empty but for a smudge of foam, two pen-scribbled notebooks, the Bible I always tote in just in case my soul feels strong enough to open it. On the other side, glass doors closed against a granite-gray day. In front of me, my computer and dusky blue nails typing a haphazard melody. Behind me, pots and pans, possibly every pot and pan in the world, piled in sculptured odes to spaghetti sauce and barbecue chicken and priorities that always seem to fall just short of dishwashing.

I have letters to write and lessons to plan and approximately 30,000 hours of IRS instructions to decipher before Tax Day, and some might argue that our empty fridge and overflowing sink necessitate some motherly attention, but instead I’ve been watching iridescent points of rain pattern our balcony. It takes nothing more than this, nothing more than a leak in the sky to remind me just how weary I am.

A few years ago for my birthday hope-list, I resolved to invite guests over once a week for the following year… and I did. Some weeks, we had company for dinner three nights in a row, and the whole experience fit our family’s values and hopes like a signature style. We couldn’t keep it up though. Our job situations changed after that year, and as the worries of keeping our family afloat have compounded, our ability to reach beyond ourselves has plummeted. As we approach each new weekend, my plans alternate between trying to catch up on the bazillion errands and projects we never have time for during the week and grasping at the chance to rest. I can’t imagine summoning the energy to make our home an open invitation again.

Hospitality is one of the core values that Dan and I have always shared, and I know that he would have friends over tonight if I were willing. But to be really, painfully, embarrassingly honest, I’m not willing. I’m not willing to invite friends to view the laundry draped over every available drying surface in our house or the toothpaste splattered across our bathroom sinks or the congregation of gym bags in the hall or the giveaway pile that’s swallowing our guest room whole. I’m not okay with touching up my makeup and switching my conversational filters to Italian and acting bright and welcoming at the time of day I’m really only up for changing into yoga pants and losing myself in the sofa cushions. I don’t have it in me to pretend I’m on top of our family life enough these days to include other people in it.

So our doors stay closed, and we try to make our life fit without its signature style, and I watch the rain give our balcony the only cleaning it’s had in eight months while this weariness seeps right into my blood stream.

And I know I’m not the only one. I’ve seen the same haggard tightness clutch around the expressions of friends all over town, and I’ve caught glimpses of it in the social media feeds of friends all over the world, and this weariness, it’s a universal cloud cover, a granite-gray weight in the air. We don’t typically admit to it though. While busy is an acceptable, maybe even admirable condition, weary comes across as pitiful, and how can we add one more social failure to the list? How can we open up such a vulnerable reality to criticism?

A large part of me wants to delete this post right now, not even finish. I’d much rather continue saying “I’m just busy” and collecting understanding nods. But if I don’t admit that this busyness has grown into something other, something as unwieldy as the sky and draining as a disease, then I’m perpetuating the idea that it’s not okay to show what’s really going on behind the scenes. I’m holding up a façade between us and perhaps even making you think you have to hold one up too.

You don’t have to though, at least not here. This place is for practicing authenticity and chasing down grace and remembering that we’re all in this human experience together. More than anyone, I need the reminder, but perhaps you need it too—a squeeze to your shoulder assuring you that you’re not the only one plumb out of energy, that you’re not defective or pitiful or alone. I might not be to the place yet of showing you my literal behind-the-scenes (I don’t even want to look at my kitchen sink!), but cracking open the door on my weariness and letting you in feels like a step closer to the community I’ve been missing, and wouldn’t you know it, the clouds are finally cracking open too.

 

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6 comments

  1. Perfect. I really needed to hear this today, you’ve said everything I’m experiencing but didn’t know how to say. Thank you.

  2. Well, you did it. I am all teary, because I am weary. W.E.A.R.Y. I kind of want a t-shirt now that says that. I have it on my list to post this weekend. I have to. I haven’t posted in a long. long. time. Mostly because there is just SO MUCH going on. I need to share. I need some long distance love, because as weird as it is? I don’t share the WEARY with everyday people. Only with you people whom I have never met. Weird. Yet true.
    Let’s pretend to go have lunch and then have spa days…peticures, manicures, massages…let’s linger there together, like we don’t have to get kids off the bus, or plan lessons, or anything. Dishes…paa-shaaa. There, I feel better already.

  3. There you go again, getting inside my head and flinging out all the things I AM THINKING. Dang, woman, you are amazing. I agree with Megsie. Can I get in on the virtual lunch and spa day?

  4. thank you, thank you, thank you, Bethany, you are so right!!

  5. Kelly – ::hugs:: Glad to have you here.

    Megsie – I know all too well what you mean about sharing the weary only with online friends. I write things here that I would never bring up in a casual face-to-face conversation. I would totally have a face-to-face conversation with you though if we lived a teeny bit closer. 🙂 That spa day sounds PERFECT.

    Liz – Yes to lunch and spa day, though I would really prefer if it didn’t have to be virtual. Any chance for a mini blogger get-together in Europe? 🙂

    Heike – <3

  6. From one weary soul to another, I hear you, I’m chuckling at your mess cuz mine is just as bad or worse, and I’m squeezing your shoulder too and sighing and thinking that won’t it be nice one day when we’re excited to have people over again. 🙂

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