This week has been crazier than most in the Young household, and I’m ready for it to be over. My wife and I have been packing in every waking moment that we have and we are both at wits end. Even my son Reed, who is normally very mild mannered, has been stretched to his breaking point. He’s been irritable, moody, and constantly on the edge of a breakdown. He can really sense that we are on edge about something. Then, last night it rained.
Now I’m not talking about a little pitter patter of rain or a huge gusting storm. I’m talking about perfectly rhythmic, quiet and soothing, gently flowing, put-you-to-sleep rain. And that’s exactly what it did. We all slept better than we had all week.
I guess my point is that we all know that there are going to be those weeks when life is going to get the best of us and really stress us out, but if we don’t have something to calm us down and bring us down a notch then we are walking a dangerous line. Search for those things that bring you comfort and joy and hide in them when you are at your wits end.