Life gets to be so crazy sometimes.
It can be overwhelming. Sometimes you just have too much on your plate. And we all know how hard it is to keep from eating what is right there in front of you.
I live a deadline-oriented life. There is always something that has to be done by a certain time, that time known as the "drop-dead" deadline in the graphics industry. So aptly named, because it means you have to wear yourself out to get there. And then you will drop from exhaustion.
So I go through these periods of craziness, when I barely have time to sit down or rest or think about anything other than the task at hand. But here's what gets me through: a tiny little place in my heart that I keep still. Steady. Silent. Sane.
That is my place. No one else, nothing else, is allowed in there but me. Some days, I never actually get to visit this oasis, but just knowing that it is there can get me through. Knowing that tomorrow, or the next day, or all the way into next week, it will be there, waiting for me when I am ready.
A place where I can sit, alone with my thoughts and my words and my feelings. A quiet place, quiet even when the world is roaring in my ears. I grow in this place, stretch my roots further down. I ground myself there, in the stillness, hoarding bits of peace.
Then, on the days when just one more crazy gust of the wind that is life threatens to carry me away, I hold onto the knowledge that I am tethered, to this place, this hidden spot.
It gives me something to grasp when it feels like everything is about to get away from me, much like a smooth, worn pebble.
It gives me a place to come home to, always.
In my heart, it is there.