August 30, 2012

In Defense of Trudging


William: Oi sir, what are you doing?
Chaucer: Uh... trudging. You know, trudging? To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in life except the impulse to simply soldier on.





Trudging. It feels as dreary as it sounds. When feeling overwhelmed, I must admit the thought of giving in - plopping down in a chair, closing my eyes, and ignoring the world -  flickers through my mind, (for all of about ten seconds.) 


"Ugh. Breathing. Not really feeling it today."


That is when reality (often in the form of my very busy toddler) smacks me on the forehead and demands that I get moving. Of course I must keep moving. I must plod onward. I must trudge ahead. There are children to care for, dishes and laundry to wash, lessons to plan, and lots and lots of lawn to mow. The wood needs to be split and stacked. The car needs an oil change. There's butter to churn. (Okay, not really.) There are fitted sheets to fold, toilet paper rolls to be changed (over, not under), and shoes to be found.  Oh, and then there is dinner to cook...





I think trudging gets a bad rap. Perhaps I would rather be seen as striding, cantering, or even sauntering through my day, but truly, trudging will do. Trudging implies an act of the will to keep moving when everything in you begs you to go take a nap. Trudging means I haven't given up entirely. Trudging means... Dare I say it? Hope. Yes, that's it. Hope. Hope that if I just keep on keeping on things will get better.  

Here's hoping that in time my trudging will give way to a forward motion that better resembles the slo-mo-hero-walk toward the camera. 



Oooh, yeah.


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, Cena, words of wisdom if I've ever heard them! Sorta like Dory's "Just keep swimming..." but trudging sounds much more like I feel fairly often. I know that having Matt home would put a spring in your step! I'll be right over and help with the laundry and dishes and distract those darlin' grandkids of mine so you can trudge up those stairs and take a nap. Well, I can't exactly come over right now. Darn distance! But I would if I could....Love, Mom

Lisa said...

Trudging along with you, friend. :0) And, you're absolutely right; "trudging" does at least imply forward movement. And we must be getting extra credit in Heaven, seeing as how our Divine Dad loves to see effort when it's the hardest for us to make it. Prayers coming your way -- Look for a little ray of consolation -- of the dandelion in the snow variety; I'm asking your Guardian Angel if s/he can swing something through the intercession of Our Lady.