Tempest in a Teacup
Where do I start? What do I share? What do I keep to myself, locked in my heart and my head? There is so much…
Last week was a whirlwind. A tempest in teacup. I have been just floating and riding the waves, not yet capsized. A lot of this I will keep to myself, cuz it’s too much. I know that I’m too much for some and not enough for others. So I will just try and be enough for me. Even that feels hard sometimes.
I didn’t take enough pictures. I was busy holding it together. Busy orchestrating and making Limoncello Spritz, which was a win. Busy wishing and busy hoping, busy saying welcome back and busy saying goodbye. Busy finding time and making time and busy loving the ones I’m with.
bus·y
/ˈbizē/
adjective
having a great deal to do.
“She had been too busy to enjoy herself”
Similar:
occupied (in)
engaged in
involved in
employed in
working at
laboring at
toiling at
slaving at
hard at work (on)
wrapped up (in/with)
rushed off one’s feet (with)
hard-pressed
time-poor
at work (on)
on the job
absorbed in
engrossed in
immersed in
preoccupied with
active (in)
lively
industrious
bustling
energetic
tireless
busy as a bee
on the go
hard at it
on the hop
have one’s hands full
Opposite:
idle
verb
keep occupied.
“she busied herself with the tasks that all good moms do.”
You knew this post was coming, didn’t you? I may be cuckoo, but at least I’m predictable.
I love them, as you love yours. I feel this, as you do when it’s your turn. I know I’m not special. I’m just so full up without much room to stuff things anymore so it spills out, uncensored. But buffered. Filtered for the audience’s protection. Rated PG-13, mostly. 🖤
