I was having a particularly hard day so I texted my best friend … “I’m struggling, and Mr has just called to say he will be late”.
It’s mid-February, how is your year going so far? Have you started a new job, moved house, new study? What are the changes in your life this year?
Yesterday was my first day of my new rhythm proper. It has taken a while as the girls have been transitioning into their school classes so this was my first writing day with the girls at school full time.
I have slowly been changing over the category titles for the blog, as the old categories are not really what I am writing about anymore.
I have found that I am writing more about community, simplicity and creativity. I am growing in my identity and capacity. I am understanding the need to pause, and also the need to lament. I am finding everyday things to celebrate. I am playing with words and developing my writing.
So have a look around, read about my journey, check out the new categories in the archives tab above and let me know what you think of the little changes around here.
It is Valentine’s Day. The world is coloured pink and red, and people are celebrating their love everywhere with flowers and chocolates and heartfelt cards.
Now I love flowers, cards and chocolate as much as the next girl, but I have been wondering, is this what love looks like?
School has started this week and one would think this would mark the start of my new rhythm for this year. But no, with one child in kindy and one in pre-primary we are in transition.
I have a love-hate relationship with the word intentional.
Intentional: performed by or expressing intention, deliberate; of or relating to intention or purpose
I love thinking things through, planning and making lists. But I worry that too much planning can make life boring and staid with no room for spontaneity.
So I have struggled with it for a long time. But even as I continue to fight against planning inwardly, I am finding that being intentional brings clarity and space.
A new rhythm
There you have it my word for the year. Yes, not exactly a word, rather a phrase, but it’s a good one don’t you think?
I feel like this year, my first with two school aged children, is a time for me to ease into a new season, a new rhythm in my life.
Admittedly it has taken me a while to post my word for the year. But quite to my consternation two other words have surfaced while I have been pondering this phrase.