last night my dad stopped by
(we are nextdoor neighbors, so we call and then drop in often)
and found me, slightly chaotic
slightly stressed
trying to pull to the forefront the clear thinking needed
to meet a pattern deadline which was running toward me at breakneck speed.
and he said,
“there is no rest for the …”
now he didn’t pause there,
but i just want to interject that there are many true and appropriate words
he could have ended that sentence with.
words like:
unrealistic
or disorganized
or procrastinators
or even unprepared,
but he didn’t.
he said,
“there is no rest for the talented.”
and that meant more to me than ice water on the hottest day in august.
no matter what age i am, words from my dad have a worth that is beyond estimating.
little girls love their daddy’s love. and not so little girls, too.
thanks, dad.