The western skyline glowed gold against the stark silhouettes of evening. Another day had flown by, taking with it any chance of catching up after my temporary defection. A day filled with a seemingly endless filling of forms and necessary admin that wrecked my writing wrist and allowed me to get nothing else done. By nine o’clock, dusk was closing in, I was ready for bed, yet had a full day’s work ahead of me… and it was never going to happen.
It was about this time that WordPress decided to wish my blog a happy birthday. It is seven years since I first created the Echo, and for the last five of them, I have posted pretty much every day.
The first year was decidedly poor… a couple of posts, but a whole six views! Even a couple from people I didn’t know! The next year, I wrote a little more and was rewarded with five and half thousand views. You could have knocked me down with the proverbial feather. These days, I do a little better at posting and, last year alone, the blog had well over a quarter of a million views. And I find that reassuring, faced, as I am, with a small but daunting mountain of catching up and work that must be done.
Not everything happens overnight. Nor, I remind myself, does it have to. Some things may well need doing immediately… others can wait a day or two if they must. Most of the expectations I am seeking to meet and all of the pressure I think I am under are of my own making. Just like the blog, I’ll get further faster by taking my foot off the pedal and running at a steady, and rather more sedate pace.
It is all too easy to feel that the world revolves around the things we have on our minds and metaphorical plates. While our world may do so, the rest of the world generally has other and better things with which to occupy itself. Therefore, I will do what I must… and the rest can wait until I have slept. And then I have friends to hug before they leave the country once again… and they are more important than anything I have on the overloaded to-do list.
And as I made that decision, the last of the day faded in the west, leaving behind its afterglow and a final gift in the sky, as if to remind me that there is always light at the end of the tunnel… but unless we take time out to look, we may never notice.