Waking up

I didn't realize how long I'd been asleep.  Hours, days, months, years.  They all slipped together, woven into rhythm of to do lists, work projects, meal schedules, homework details, on-going problems and busyness of life.  It was the busyness that lulled me to sleep; a seducing, twistingly haunting melody that persisted so intensely that I closed my eyes and drifted away.  The sleeping part wasn't joy filled, but it felt necessary, accurate.  Meet the needs of others, fulfill obligations, answers demands, just keep going. And then, I simply woke up.  A calling from love awakened me to the fullness of life.