Posted by: ritagone | January 15, 2014

The Cycle of Life!


I’ve noticed that my life has a certain pace to it: slow, then fast, then slow, then fast again, in cycles, again and again, over and over.

I like it.

It’s never boring, that rhythmic change-up.

I like the slower periods, because they allow me to catch up on my reading and movie and TV series watching.  Then I get to offer my opinion on some of those movies on Facebook; it’s like semi-professional venting!  It’s relaxing and fun and challenging.

Then, when things get busy and hectic again, when I pull out the suitcase and pack for a trip, my life takes on a different dynamic.  Going someplace, flying somewhere, being away from home are all experiences that I both love and don’t love, if you know what I mean.  I’m a creature of habit, so getting out of my routine for whatever reason is always something to be reckoned with mentally.  But then, getting out of my routine is also pushing me out of my comfort zone, and for that reason I accept it and know that I need it.  Besides, when I travel, I am always going somewhere where at the end of the line I will be with people I love, doing what I enjoy, seeing new places, feeling that I am accomplishing something for God’s Kingdom, so that makes the airports and the security checks and the waiting in line and the jet lag all worthwhile.

Then I come home, settle back in, and life seems to quiet down again.  And until the next trip, it’s back to the routine of the normal and quiet that I cherish when I’m home.  I don’t get antsy; I love to be around family and local friends too, I love my time alone, I love my “world” in my office and the things that I have to do there each day.  It’s my space and I relish being in it, surrounded by my adorable dogs Sherlock and Watson (yes, I know, silly names, but we’re psycho fans of the British TV series that’s coming back for Season 3 this Sunday night!) and looked after so tenderly by my husband.  I can look around my office and see mementos of trips in the past, photographs of people I love, tokens of who I am and where I’ve been.  So many memories, so much to savor, sometimes I just sit and stare at a wall and relish being there, being still, being alive.  Not a bad way to spend a particular cycle of my life.

What are your cycles that keep you in rhythm?  Are they natural or forced?  Do you appreciate them or fight against them?  Have you even given much thought to them?

“Go with the flow.”  It’s not a bad cliché to live by.

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