I have probably said before how much having another child surprised us. It changed my perspective on mothering, family, my career aspirations, my belief in God and His works, my bond to other women, my pregnancy experience… everything.
It’s time to let go of some of those have-tos – whether they bring shininess or not – and get back to some core needs in myself that I have neglected.
What I discovered is that by managing my time (work stays at work, exercise takes place during a certain time of day, adult time and family time are non-negotiable), I can fit a lot of stuff in – all the essentials, lots of niceties, and many times, I have energy to spare, because I am taking care of myself.
You see, the people in the background are working, working, working, just like the people in the spotlight… We often equate quitting with failure and disappointment, so much so that we hold on to things long past their use, their fruitfulness, or their healthy place in our lives.
My friend and I are planning a new business venture together. It’s one of those things… when years of seemingly random experiences and lessons and tries and fails and inspirations and ideas come together, and we think we really have something, and it’s exciting.
There is a reason I am blogging again.
OK, maybe there are two reasons…
This afternoon, all of my people split off in different directions, even my little ones. I started to feel sad until my husband reminded me that this was an opportunity.
So I came to the beach alone, where I can worship as I can in no other place.
There is no reconciling this. I miss you every day, and yet, if you were here,he would not be. {A letter to the son I miscarried, near his due date}
Someone shared this quote yesterday on Facebook – not to me specifically, but it sure felt for me specifically: You CANNOT lead what you fit in with! Leaders always stand out from the crowd! – T.D. Jakes I have spent much of life trying to do the opposite. Whether by begging my parents for Velcro shoes in 2nd grade, or an I.O.U. sweatshirt in junior high, or to drive to school my senior year, or to live with my boyfriend when I was just 19, I was always attempting to do things that were 1) Not important, 2) Not accessible to me, 3) Not in line with the values/priorities I was being taught to keep. I’d like to say that… Read More »don’t fit in