Seven Swift Takes Because I’m so so Late

One

Took the week off from school to spring clean and completely rearrange the house. Swapped the girls and boys rooms and moved out of the office and back into our own bedroom. Somehow, as it does almost every year, it became clear that we have to clean and reorganize and we have to do it before Holy Week or we will perish. Felt like I was on the edge of eradicating yeast from the house but restrained myself to dust.

Two

Worried deeply whether such a move would in fact bring true happiness into my life. “Will this really make us happy?” I kept asking Matt. And he would say, “How could it not?” And then I would feel foolish for looking for happiness. Especially before Holy Week.

Three

Which is only three weeks away. Did you know? Holy Week is in three weeks. The stack of work is growing and not diminishing and so, I ask myself, why did we take a week to reorganize the house when I should have been fussing with the stations of the cross. Especially since I know it won't really make me truly happy.

Four

Happiness is so fleeting. Like contentment, you can have it one blessed minute and then it is completely shattered by reality. Which is why I honestly think it is so strange of our Lord to command us not to be anxious. What else can we be? Rearranging the furniture over and over trying to aquire order and beauty and truth. But each moving of one thing leads to a moving of everything else which produces more dust which produces more anxiety. If I was really trying to eradicate yeast, which is in the air, I would certainly go mad with anxiety. It cannot be done. I cannot do it.

Five

Which is the point of the excercise. Trying very hard, in this penitential season, to do what you ought to do, and fail and fail and find true deep unhappiness at every turn, and then to lie on the floor in the heap of hey the little girls tore out of the cushion, and give up, is the true meaning of the gospel.

Six

I'm not actually unhappy at all but I'm not a morning person and so it seems to me that all my works are a worthless striving after the wind. But I'm about to go to Panera at this early hour to meet a friend for coffee and I'm pretty sure that when I come back I won't care any more about what I didn't do yesterday. So there's that.

Seven

Well look at that. Seven swift takes about Me Me Me. That is really the true meaning of this week, and all other weeks. How can it all be about me….just kidding. It's probably about you…..ooops, I mean God….it's about God. Have a great weekend!