I have had a lot on my plate of late. I have been struggling through it all exhausted and wondering how I am going to manage everything. I have to-do lists strewn throughout the house, in fact I really should collate all those lists (hmm … put that on my to-do’s) See that’s how crazy it has been getting!
But on Monday I had a revelation. Instead of sitting down with the lists and trying by sheer force of will to get through them, I stopped.
I have had a wonderful Mother’s Day, being thoroughly spoilt by my girls (with quite a lot of assistance from Mr).
I have enjoyed celebrating with my church family, and my mum and I’m looking forward to celebrating with my mother-in-law this evening.
But something about all this praise and focus on me is bugging me. Because it is not just me that is raising these children.
My youngest had her 4th birthday yesterday. So on the weekend we had a little party for her friends. And last night the grandparents joined us for dinner and we made a big fuss of her (as you do).
I also helped in her kindy class yesterday. The teacher called her up the front and asked about all the fun and fuss for her birthday. Little miss was sharing all her news until she went off track and starting telling the teacher about celebrating our new bench!
Yes, the teacher was as perplexed as you. Allow me to explain …
I have been talking a lot about my new rhythm this year and you would be forgiven for thinking it is just about writing. Because, well that’s pretty much all I have blogged about!
But if you recall when I introduced this phrase back in January, I also talked about one day being house day. A day for intentional decluttering. And I haven’t written about that because it is a slow process, and painful and it seems like I am making no real progress.
Or at least these are all the reasons I have in my head to tell you. But if I dig a little deeper, a little closer into my heart, I discover another reason altogether.
flexible: able to be bent easy without breaking; adaptable or variable
It has been school holidays. That makes three Mondays when I have not been able to have my writing day. And next Monday is another holiday (hmm might need to rethink Monday writing day!)
So the peace and quiet to sit and write, think and express, have I missed it? Continue reading
Yes, that photo above is me. It is me sitting in the courtyard outside our room in a quaint little hotel in Besançon France.
We were in France for a friend’s wedding, and as part of the planning had added a week each side of the event to explore. We chose the town Besançon, and the hotel at random from a Lonely Planet guide book.
Deny: to declare a statement to be untrue; to reject as false; to withhold; to refuse to fulfil the expectations of; to refuse to acknowledge; disown; to refuse (oneself) things desired.
I am a big believer in the power of words. The words spoken over our life and the words that we speak to ourselves have power to hurt, harm, heal or help. But I also think there is a place to examine the words we deny.
Are you good with compliments?