Sitting on my hands.

If I were to sit on my hands, I’d be rendered unable to talk at all, or so the family legend goes. I gesture when I talk, drawing pictures in the air, waving my hands, pointing and finger waggling and emphasising. I’m a fidgeter too – I frequently fiddle with a bracelet or a paperclip or a pen while I speak or teach or talk, nervous energy channelled out. I think the reason I enjoy blogging so much is because of the comforting clickety clack of the keys as I work things out.

Tonight, people, I feel like a ball of ideas, of frustrations, of desires, of wants, of needs. I am working as hard as I can in my job – till seven tonight, for example – but trying to do so many other things as well. I want to be busy, I want to be fulfilled. I want to give the awesome people in my life the love and kindness and time they deserve. I have so many things to do – books to read, cakes to bake, letters to write, calls to make, scrapbooks to sort, cupboards to clear out, forms to complete, laundry to sort, songs to sing…

Which is why I took a couple of minutes earlier tonight to just sit on my hands, and stop. Just for five minutes. I have to remind myself to do this. My life tends to be very on, very rushing, very go-go-go, and it’s tempting to go with the momentum and ride it out. But I can and do stop. Because I have to. Because I need to. I am blessed with lots of energy and joy and liveliness, but I know only too well how run-down and lonely the life of constant motion can leave you. So I choose to pause and breathe and rest from time to time. I choose to look after myself.

And then I’m off again, once again that wild little curly haired girl with all that excess energy, the one whose mum enrolled her in every class going to keep her brain occupied and to tire her out.

I hope I never lose this.

I love that every day I do something, make something, write something, learn something, sing something. A new dance move becomes part of the poetry of my limbs….a new refrain is what I sing in the shower….a new fact begs to be sent to friends on email….a new photo reminds me just how beautiful life is.

I love that today I chose to remember this.



  1. Wiwille
    27th January 2009 / 9:26 pm

    I never really grasped why I enjoy blogging really, but I’ll admit the clickety clack is comforting.

  2. Riot Kitty
    27th January 2009 / 10:44 pm

    Aww!I don’t understand when people get bored…there’s so much to DO!

  3. Christielli
    28th January 2009 / 3:52 am

    Send me some of your excess energy please. I’m dragging along these days.You rock, as always.

  4. Boy
    28th January 2009 / 6:35 pm

    “A new dance move becomes part of the poetry of my limbs”You know I love this statement.Revel in your “you-ness”

  5. Miss Ash
    28th January 2009 / 10:35 pm

    It’s good to take a moment from the busyness that is life and just breathe, really really breathe.

  6. Diane Mandy
    30th January 2009 / 12:14 am

    How I admire your energy!

  7. Daisy
    1st February 2009 / 2:00 am

    I’m a kinetic learner – I learn by doing, and found that I have this habit of always needing something in my hands in order to think/say/do. Typically, it’d be a pen, but depending on scenario, sometimes, a wine glass too.When I found out from my son’s teacher that my son too needs something to hold on to (it seems to quiet him down, and allow him to think/process, etc), I did a silent little “yeah boy, you got that from me?!!”Sometimes, I may need to sit on my hands, but most times I’m happily allowing my hands to do what they want because I know they’re helping in way or another.Daisy

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