Comfort in the Crazy

So, things have been a bit crazy here in the Warco household lately. No one has fallen ill and there haven't been any trips to the hospital (knock on wood—especially if you know Ryan!). Nothing bad has happened and we haven’t moved or anything like that, but it’s just been a little chaotic around here lately.  

Landon just started middle school, is now a proud new owner of a used mobile phone, and is having typical pre-adolescent desire-for-independence growing pains (I’d be really grateful for any prayers or advice sent my way!). Ryan is navigating elementary school without the safety net of his big brother being there for the first time. Me? I’m figuring out a new work and Mom schedule. So what’s the big deal? Everyone does these things, right? How would this cause craziness?  

Well, it’d probably help you to understand a little better if you knew that I’m what I like to call an Involved Thinker. You might know it by it’s other more popular name. A Worrier. And I’m a top-of-the-line Worrier, too! Change always stresses me out. A lot. And then I spend waaaaayyyyyy too much time overthinking it all and trying to plan for all scenarios. This, of course, usually leads to a little chaos until everything works itself out again.

But, right now, we’re in the midst of the crazy, so while we’re waiting for the new normal, I’ve been finding a lot of comfort in small rituals: 

Morning quiet time: it helps me to remember that I don’t always have to be in control. 

Knitting: the steady clicking of needles together as they transform ridiculously soft yarn into fabric helps. 

Hugs from my boys: those sweet, sleepy, can-we-stay-up-just-5-more-minutes ones always help. 

And, of course, enjoying a cup of hot tea: it helps just smelling the fragrant leaves while waiting for them to steep (in the EZ Brewer, duh!), and then enjoying the first cup of Earl Grey or Organic Soothe even as the second cup is already steeping.  

The predictability of these things is comforting to me.

So as the crazy swirls around us, and before my Involved Thinking stresses me out, I’m going to make sure that I take time. Time for all these small predictable rituals, and then I’m going to hang on tight until the chaos storm passes.