I had a slumber party with a Sarah on Friday night.
We ate Thai food, drank a reasonable(ish) amount of wine, ate too many Oreos, did face masks. We watched all three Pitch Perfect movies. We talked until it was closer to get-up time than bedtime and laughed until our faces hurt.
Basically, I decided, “Screw it. I’m going to be really tired in the morning and there is a lot that I need to do that’s not going to get done tonight and tomorrow and that’ll be fine.”
And I was tired. I don’t handle short nights like I did at 21. And I did have a lot of stuff that didn’t happen Saturday that needed to. I’m playing catch-up as I get myself together to leave for a week.
I am so glad we did it. I need more uninhibited laughter in my life. I need to occasionally feel giddy because I’m setting aside responsibilities and “being a grownup” in favor of fun. “Should” is in time-out—I can still hear her throwing a fit, but she has zero authority for this little window of time.
Some people have described play as a spiritual discipline. Very much like I need to watch TV to remember I’m not in control, setting aside responsibility and “should’ needs to be worked into my life on purpose. Not only do I need to remember my worth and my usefulness are not tied together, but I need to learn that my family is also okay, actually better, when I stop juggling all the things to keep the household running once in a while.
This post is part of my series, 31 days of speaking the truth. You can find the whole list of them here on the first post of the series.
grace enough 