That seems to be my lesson this week. FINISH THE DARN PROJECTS YOU STARTED THREE MONTHS AGO.
Such joy and freedom in saying NO. For calling bullshit on the inner dialog that said "this is how it is, I work full-time and have a child and blah blah blah here are all my excuses for why I should be permanently frazzled and fatigued." Facing the truth--that my time is precious indeed, so how can I use it to fuel joy?--was LIBERATING and EMPOWERING.
Let's just say expectations don't always match reality.
In not-at-all-surprising news, I got sick with a bad cold. (My last post was literally about how I need to practice more self-care.) Sigh. I’m working on more rest, less doing in my daily life, so I figured practicing this while sick would be a good place to start. In fact, what better way to… Continue reading The man-cold experiment
Imagine a parental stress continuum. At one end is the mythical and totally unatainable smiling happy family lounging on a white couch. At the other end: stress-eating peanut butter out of the jar at midnight.
"The night comes and we give ourselves permission to dissolve into the rest of darkness. We let go of all the valleys and rivers we wish to cross and our dreams for some distant future." -Sarah Blondin, Live Awake. Tonight I stretched out on the living room couch in the dark, earbuds in my ears… Continue reading Bathed in moonlight
Four is learning to whistle along with Peppa Pig. Four is puppet shows and pirouettes.
Friends, solstice is upon us. Tomorrow. That is right, the days of winter darkness shift toward the light. I don't want to speak for y'all but damn, it is time for the dark days of 2016 to exit the building. The church I attend had a lovely solstice celebration this past Sunday. We toasted "wasail" (apple juice)… Continue reading Gratitude (kind of) for the darkness
I'm feeling a little rusty. It has been a long slog of a month, and quite a while since I've found myself in my most favorite of places: in front of my computer ready to write with coffee by my side (Cuban, my favorite) while my daughter hangs with Curious George cartoons. Nothing like a disruption to… Continue reading Whatever makes your heart sing
I overrode all the negative chatter and I went to my happy place: T.J. Maxx. I slowly wandered the store with my short cart, no child in tow, no husband, just me and a coffee, sniffing candles and perusing sale racks. I realize it is consumeristic and a bit ridiculous to claim that T.J. Maxx is my happy place. And I assure you, when I was in labor with my daughter I was not envisioning the quiet, fluorescent-lit aisles as I breathed through a contraction. But T.J. maxx and its aisles of storage bins, linen sprays, and laundry baskets was just what the doctor ordered. I got handy-dandy containers to organize my pantry. Bins that hold canned goods! A cute little container for your sponge and scrubber that suctions to the side of the sink.