I knew it'd be a BIG challenge to not have any words. Just have to clarify that the medical photos are from a simple day surgery ear procedure (she's FINE) and her new furry baby's name is "Fiona".
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Wordless Wednesday: Life Lately
I knew it'd be a BIG challenge to not have any words. Just have to clarify that the medical photos are from a simple day surgery ear procedure (she's FINE) and her new furry baby's name is "Fiona".
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
The Weekly Line-Up
As I work out the details of the direction I want to go with this little space, I've decided to create a "schedule" with themes, prompts, link-ups and more. So, for the time being, here's what you can expect:
Monday "FunDay": Crafts, DIY, trips, recipes, games, shopping finds...ANYTHING FUN!
Tell All Tuesday: News and Life
Wordless Wednesday: Photo(s) Only - This will be a great challenge for to get back behind my lens and to be still and let the picture do the talking.
Thursday: TBD
Friday: Fabulous Favorites (What I'm loving lately) and/or Linking up with Lisa Jo for Five Minute Friday (Five minutes of uninterrupted, unedited, flowing thoughts on her weekly prompt.)
Another Shot
I don't know how many times I have "started over" here after an absence. When things are good, I get too busy enjoying them to take the time to write. When disappointment rears its ugly head, I fear my words would be a downer and would serve no purpose other than to help wallow in my moment of self-pity. In the in between times, I often feel I have nothing of any "importance" to say.
The time away grows and I feel first off like a failure and secondly that it's too overwhelming to try and catch up with all that has happened. Up until this point, my purpose, vision and the overall "snapshot" of this little space has been blurry. So, I've stepped back, am changing my perspective and am ready to "take another shot." Who knows what might develop!
Saturday, December 1, 2012
"Joy Today"
Sometimes all it takes is a mere glance at the calendar or
to-do list to turn calmness into chaos and the holidays often amplify that
tendency and bring it to the forefront. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in the
hectic and commercial whirlwind of activity and miss out on the little
blessings in the everyday that bring true joy. I don’t know about you, but it’s that real joy that I want
to experience this Christmas season.
I’ve decided to challenge myself to take
note and record at least one thing that brings me happiness and joy each day
over the next few weeks leading up to Christmas.
I’d love for you to join me in the little “project”. I am personally challenging myself to post a photo a day
of something that brings me joy. Maybe you want to do the same. Maybe you’d
like to just make a written note. Maybe you’d rather keep it private in your
personal journal or even just a mental note. Whatever method works best for
you, I’d love for you to concentrate on those little things that bring joy each day.
Won't you join me in choosing joy today?
P.S. If you’re on twitter, how about including the hashtag
#joytoday
Blessings to you and yours!
Monday, August 20, 2012
Ignore My "House" and Come Into My "Home"
I've been "away" again...between babysitting and my girl on summer vacation from
school it seems I just haven't had the time or energy to sit down and write. In
fact, I haven't much felt like writing and figured that if I did it'd probably
be whiny and nobody would want to hear it. (To be honest, at times I get sick of
listening to myself!)
Although the temperatures have been warm, the sun has done quite a bit of shining and I've had some fun times with the family, I just haven't quite felt 100%. I think I'm in my mid-winter slump in the middle of August! NOT good.
Lately, I have been having a little trouble counting my blessings, remaining thankful and refraining from the earthly longings for something more or something better. Especially when it comes to my house. 14 years ago this month, we moved into this house with great expectations. It was our OWN house, it was cheaper than rent and it needed our love and TLC: a lot of TLC! Our plans were to enjoy home ownership, fix it up and move on to a bigger, better house in the country. (Remember my dream of my multiple children playing behind the picket fence with the dog in our large, lush yard?!?) Fast forward to 2012...we're still here...the list of projects to accomplish is still here and longer than ever...we still share a driveway with the apartment house... Apparently, plans change but wishes and dreams don't always.
Last evening proved to be a bit of a breaking point and I had a little meltdown. There was no major disasters or tragedies but it just hadn't been the best day ever. As I climbed on the lawn chair to reach and put our market umbrella down (the joys of being short!), under the pressure of my weight (which isn't a great topic right now, either) the cushion gave way and went through the slats. So did my leg! I'm happy to report there was no injury other than to my ego and my mood. But, yet, I burst into tears.
Next came the break in the ceiling light panel in the kitchen. Leaving the room, my eyes fixed on the crack in the hardwood dining room floor. I approached the living room where my girl was sitting in her makeshift fort she had built out of sheets, yarn, clothespins and furniture. Again, the longing...why couldn't we just have a family room so she wouldn't be making it difficult to maneuver through the house?
The chipping paint, the lack of closet space, the knotty pine kitchen, the cracks in the floor...I've really been struggling lately to be thankful for this old house of mine (a blessing so many are without).
Tears still streaming from my tired eyes, my girl asked me to come sit with her. I guess I haven't been discreet enough about my longings. As I climbed under the fort, I heard her little voice ask, "Do you wish we had a bigger, nicer house?"
"Every day," I replied without thinking. "I don't!" she said. "We've made so many memories here. You carried me through that door as a baby and when I grow up and leave, THAT is the door I want to walk out and return through. This is my home. Our home. We've made memories, we make memories and we'll make more. HERE."
The tears multiplied and ran ever faster down my cheeks.
She gets it. She sees past it. It's her home: flaws and all!
If only I could quit seeing it as the fixer-upper house that'll never be enough and instead work on my fixer-upper attitude to see it as the home that it is: overflowing with love.
Having struggled for so many years (since I was a little girl) with comparisons that have threatened to steal my joy (and perhaps been successful at times), I desire nothing more than to see it as my precious daughter does. To stop wishing for more. To stop comparing myself and my possessions to those around me. To stop being afraid to let people in to my life and my home for fear that they will think less of me if they saw the flaws in my house and even worse yet, in me.
So now that I've showed you what's in my head, maybe someday I'll invite you into my messy, fixer-upper house to share my love-filled home, my imperfections and a pot of coffee with you. Remember...please ring the new doorbell that finally got purchased and installed and ignore the dog hair on the rug, the mismatched mugs and the fact that most likely I've burnt the cookies!
P.S. My girl read over my shoulder as I wrote this post and gave me a lecture about friendship:
"A true friend doesn't care how you or your house looks or what you own. They want to be your friend because you are YOU, not because you act like someone else. They come to have fun with you NOT criticize you."
Do you struggle with comparison, insecurity and longing for more? Have you ever been struck by the wisdom of your child(ren)? Feel free to share your own thoughts, struggles, etc. in the comments.
Although the temperatures have been warm, the sun has done quite a bit of shining and I've had some fun times with the family, I just haven't quite felt 100%. I think I'm in my mid-winter slump in the middle of August! NOT good.
Lately, I have been having a little trouble counting my blessings, remaining thankful and refraining from the earthly longings for something more or something better. Especially when it comes to my house. 14 years ago this month, we moved into this house with great expectations. It was our OWN house, it was cheaper than rent and it needed our love and TLC: a lot of TLC! Our plans were to enjoy home ownership, fix it up and move on to a bigger, better house in the country. (Remember my dream of my multiple children playing behind the picket fence with the dog in our large, lush yard?!?) Fast forward to 2012...we're still here...the list of projects to accomplish is still here and longer than ever...we still share a driveway with the apartment house... Apparently, plans change but wishes and dreams don't always.
Last evening proved to be a bit of a breaking point and I had a little meltdown. There was no major disasters or tragedies but it just hadn't been the best day ever. As I climbed on the lawn chair to reach and put our market umbrella down (the joys of being short!), under the pressure of my weight (which isn't a great topic right now, either) the cushion gave way and went through the slats. So did my leg! I'm happy to report there was no injury other than to my ego and my mood. But, yet, I burst into tears.
Next came the break in the ceiling light panel in the kitchen. Leaving the room, my eyes fixed on the crack in the hardwood dining room floor. I approached the living room where my girl was sitting in her makeshift fort she had built out of sheets, yarn, clothespins and furniture. Again, the longing...why couldn't we just have a family room so she wouldn't be making it difficult to maneuver through the house?
The chipping paint, the lack of closet space, the knotty pine kitchen, the cracks in the floor...I've really been struggling lately to be thankful for this old house of mine (a blessing so many are without).
Tears still streaming from my tired eyes, my girl asked me to come sit with her. I guess I haven't been discreet enough about my longings. As I climbed under the fort, I heard her little voice ask, "Do you wish we had a bigger, nicer house?"
"Every day," I replied without thinking. "I don't!" she said. "We've made so many memories here. You carried me through that door as a baby and when I grow up and leave, THAT is the door I want to walk out and return through. This is my home. Our home. We've made memories, we make memories and we'll make more. HERE."
The tears multiplied and ran ever faster down my cheeks.
She gets it. She sees past it. It's her home: flaws and all!
If only I could quit seeing it as the fixer-upper house that'll never be enough and instead work on my fixer-upper attitude to see it as the home that it is: overflowing with love.
Having struggled for so many years (since I was a little girl) with comparisons that have threatened to steal my joy (and perhaps been successful at times), I desire nothing more than to see it as my precious daughter does. To stop wishing for more. To stop comparing myself and my possessions to those around me. To stop being afraid to let people in to my life and my home for fear that they will think less of me if they saw the flaws in my house and even worse yet, in me.
So now that I've showed you what's in my head, maybe someday I'll invite you into my messy, fixer-upper house to share my love-filled home, my imperfections and a pot of coffee with you. Remember...please ring the new doorbell that finally got purchased and installed and ignore the dog hair on the rug, the mismatched mugs and the fact that most likely I've burnt the cookies!
P.S. My girl read over my shoulder as I wrote this post and gave me a lecture about friendship:
"A true friend doesn't care how you or your house looks or what you own. They want to be your friend because you are YOU, not because you act like someone else. They come to have fun with you NOT criticize you."
Do you struggle with comparison, insecurity and longing for more? Have you ever been struck by the wisdom of your child(ren)? Feel free to share your own thoughts, struggles, etc. in the comments.
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