I've had a gift certificate for a pedicure for a year now. I got it as a Christmas gift last year. I just had to throw it away - unused - because in the past year, never once did I take the time to go and get some pampering. I carried it around in my wallet for the whole year. It was all tattered and torn. And a few times I would think - "Oh, I should go get a pedicure after I go…." to the gym or the grocery or to have lunch with the boys at school or whatever else I put ahead of a little pampering. It would be inconvenient to walk around in those throw-away flip flops afterwards, the polish would get wrecked if I put my shoes back on, I don't have any cash for a tip... I'd come up with a million excuses and would always end up giving myself a late-night pedicure at home. In this season in life, pampering myself seems to be my last priority. I have so many others to take care of that I skimp on myself. But I am pleased to see that as the year draws to a close, that I'm about to fill up another journal for the year. That in those moments when I had a spare moment to breathe and I had a choice of how to spend my fleeting free time, instead of going to the walk-in pedicure place, I would spend some time filling another journal page. And I feel a sense of accomplishment as I flip through the pages of my fifth visual journal… Sometimes I draw a picture of a place I've been or something related to a quote from a sermon or a movie or a Bible verse, other times I cut out pictures from magazines and glue them into my blank book. I doodle, draw, write over pictures, quote lines from my favorite Jesus Calling devotional or scribble out thoughts and prayers and pour out what's on my heart. It's like a treasure map of my soul. It shows me where I've been, what God's been teaching me, and helps me articulate thoughts I didn't know I was thinking and feelings I didn't know I had until I took the time to write them down. As I reflect on the year and flip through the pages of my journal - I feel that I have "chosen what was better". I'd rather spend those precious few moments pampering my soul than pampering my soles. My resolution for 2015 is to spend more time at the Soul Spa. Care to join me?
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Thursday, November 27, 2014
New Box of Pencils
I got a new box of pencils
Every color- red to brown.
I've been carrying them around for months now,
Never time to put them down.
Waiting for a time to use them
for a moment just right,
a project worthy of their fresh tips
and their colors so bright.
But days turn into weeks
that quickly pass by as months
And there the box sits, untouched
and blank pages collect dust.
The heart desires to create
longs to connect with Creator.
To capture moments, play with words
and color -- co-creating.
But days are filled with type set-
Lunch boxes and errands,
laundry piles and dinner deadlines,
whiney cries to be met.
Snuggling boys awake me, in my bed each morn
And the days blur together- patterns that are worn.
This morning I got up at dark and tip-toed quietly downstairs
Fixed a cup of tea and settled into my chair
At last, a quiet moment
Some white space in the day
I finally open the shrouded colors
And indulgently am going to play!
When little footsteps round the corner and again mom puts down her pencils...
Praying for grace and right response,
I'll be creative when you're older.
Every color- red to brown.
I've been carrying them around for months now,
Never time to put them down.
Waiting for a time to use them
for a moment just right,
a project worthy of their fresh tips
and their colors so bright.
But days turn into weeks
that quickly pass by as months
And there the box sits, untouched
and blank pages collect dust.
The heart desires to create
longs to connect with Creator.
To capture moments, play with words
and color -- co-creating.
But days are filled with type set-
Lunch boxes and errands,
laundry piles and dinner deadlines,
whiney cries to be met.
Snuggling boys awake me, in my bed each morn
And the days blur together- patterns that are worn.
This morning I got up at dark and tip-toed quietly downstairs
Fixed a cup of tea and settled into my chair
At last, a quiet moment
Some white space in the day
I finally open the shrouded colors
And indulgently am going to play!
When little footsteps round the corner and again mom puts down her pencils...
Praying for grace and right response,
I'll be creative when you're older.
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| Even pre-sharpened! |
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Joy Bursts
It's silly, but sometimes, it's the simplest things in life that can bring us little bursts of joy. Recently, for me, it was new socks. I know, it sounds strange, but… You see, I've been needing new running socks for about four years. Why is it that it's so much easier to buy wants instead of needs? Or I take care of my kid's needs (and wants) but not my own. So, it was a rare occasion that I found myself remembering while I was at the store that I needed to get some socks. (And not just when I'm standing in my closet.) I was looking at the package of all white socks and realizing that they cost more than I had remembered. Maybe with the economic downturn sock prices have increased in the past four years? Regardless, I put them back on the sock hanger and noticed a package of white socks with multi-colored edges that would show around your ankle. And then looking closer, I noticed they were five dollars less. It made me change my opinion from "Who would want those?" to "Mmmm, those wouldn't be so bad." Always a deal hunter, I bought them. Now the proud owner of green, blue, purple, pink and two white pairs of new running socks is actually matching her outfits to her socks! And as silly as it seems, that little flash of color that's coordinated to my jog bra of the day is adding a little spring in my step. A little burst of joy - right there on my ankles! I think this is one small, tangible way we are able to grasp that we are to ENJOY this life we're given. Take a risk. Add a dash of color to your life. And see if it adds a little glimmer of joy. And if it does. Say a simple "thank you" to the one who made joy possible. (And I'm not talking about the sock manufacturer!)
May you seek a little spring in your step today.
May you seek a little spring in your step today.
Monday, September 8, 2014
Recharge
My phone died today. It was a sudden death, brought on by some internal hardwiring malfunction that would not allow it to charge anymore. Yesterday it was fine, charged up to 100% and I went about my day and thought nothing of it. Today, I awoke and it had only 5% battery life left after charging all night. Uh-oh. I quickly backed it up to my computer knowing that the prospects for it's survival were slim. It performed it's last duty when I queried Siri "Where is the closest Verizion store?" She listed three that were nearby. I followed her circuitous directions with her 2% remaining energy that had me circle around the round about two times and turn around in a church parking lot wasting valuable battery life until she finally had me head east on 96th Street all the way across a main through fair U.S. 31. With less than one percent of battery left, her dying words were a heroic proclamation "Your destination is ahead on the left" and she finally sputtered and blipped out. However, there was no Verizion store to be found! Ahead on the left were just a collection of office buildings. Ding Dang Siri had led me astray again! Then I looked up and, with a laugh, noticed that on the top floor of the closest 15 story office building "on the left" had a big bold neon letters it said "Verizion Wireless" - it was one of their district office headquarters! Although I was tempted to walk in the lobby to ask where the closest storefront was, instead I shot up a prayer: "Lord, please help me find the closest Verizion store!" I know, it sounds crazy. But you see, I'm directionally challenged. And I was feeling really vulnerable for those last few miles as my phone crashed and burned. We don't realize how reliant we are on our phones until you either leave it at home or it dies, as mine just had. In addition to the fear of being lost, I kept thinking, "What if preschool is trying to get a hold of me?" Or my husband was actually on an airplane at the same time and we stay in touch as he travels via texts and "what if he's trying to reach me?" But thankfully the celestial GPS kicked in and guided me to the closest store. And I think it's no coincidence that while waiting in the store I ran into my former college roommate/sorority sister whom I haven't seen except for Christmas cards for too long.
Finally, they attempted to resuscitate my phone, to no avail, but while doing so, the Verizion associate imparted some cell phone theology with me. (Which was also no coincidence.) He asked if my phone had been updated with the latest software, which it had not. He asked if I could remember seeing a number one on the settings icon, like it was an update in waiting. I reluctantly answered, "I think so…" He called me by my first name in a maternal way, gently scolding me for neglecting the updates. And then he challenged me and drew the parallel asking "Have you ever had the same reoccurring thought all day? The kind that just lingers and you can't get it out of your head?" Yes, I had to confess, I have. Then he continued, "It wears you out, doesn't it?" I nod in agreement. If he only knew… "Yes, it most certainly does." He then said that our phones are the same way-- they get worn out from ruminating on the same app just like we do! I'm not sure it was depressed, but certainly sluggish and run down. But what was the fatal demise of my phone was that it couldn't recharge. Again, I found myself relating. God was using my critically ill cell phone to remind me of the importance of staying plugged into the power source and being intentional about recharging. When I neglect to this all important step in my day - it's as though my battery is faltering and my life cycle comes to a screeching halt. Oh, that I would glean the lesson from my phone! That I need to be plugged in to the great power source with great frequency in order to operate at optimal levels when my batteries are fully recharged. That there are updates from God for me waiting to be downloaded. I just need to take the time to receive them.
How do you recharge? Do you plug in multiple times a day to ensure your operating at 100% battery life or do you allow your batteries to operate in the empty red zone? It's a choice. Let's be intentional about recharging together.
For me, I've learned, it's a combination of getting enough sleep, eating the right kinds of foods to help me refuel, exercising my body and pushing myself to keep gaining strength instead of losing it and also exercising my mind by reading - both scriptures as well as inspiring, challenging words from good writers. And spending time alone with God in prayer, study and worship. Allowing Him to replay the previous day - learning from the growth opportunities and praising him for that which went well. I've also found I need to carve out time to be creative and play more. Life spent with all work and no play is extremely draining. And finding the balance of protecting my alone time as well as being open to sharing time with others - my husband, our family, friends and meeting and making new friends and also serving others. Although sometimes I view this last one as something that might drain my battery power - pouring myself out in service to others can actually help me feel recharged - if operating in my areas of giftedness.
It's time to plug in.
Finally, they attempted to resuscitate my phone, to no avail, but while doing so, the Verizion associate imparted some cell phone theology with me. (Which was also no coincidence.) He asked if my phone had been updated with the latest software, which it had not. He asked if I could remember seeing a number one on the settings icon, like it was an update in waiting. I reluctantly answered, "I think so…" He called me by my first name in a maternal way, gently scolding me for neglecting the updates. And then he challenged me and drew the parallel asking "Have you ever had the same reoccurring thought all day? The kind that just lingers and you can't get it out of your head?" Yes, I had to confess, I have. Then he continued, "It wears you out, doesn't it?" I nod in agreement. If he only knew… "Yes, it most certainly does." He then said that our phones are the same way-- they get worn out from ruminating on the same app just like we do! I'm not sure it was depressed, but certainly sluggish and run down. But what was the fatal demise of my phone was that it couldn't recharge. Again, I found myself relating. God was using my critically ill cell phone to remind me of the importance of staying plugged into the power source and being intentional about recharging. When I neglect to this all important step in my day - it's as though my battery is faltering and my life cycle comes to a screeching halt. Oh, that I would glean the lesson from my phone! That I need to be plugged in to the great power source with great frequency in order to operate at optimal levels when my batteries are fully recharged. That there are updates from God for me waiting to be downloaded. I just need to take the time to receive them.
How do you recharge? Do you plug in multiple times a day to ensure your operating at 100% battery life or do you allow your batteries to operate in the empty red zone? It's a choice. Let's be intentional about recharging together.
For me, I've learned, it's a combination of getting enough sleep, eating the right kinds of foods to help me refuel, exercising my body and pushing myself to keep gaining strength instead of losing it and also exercising my mind by reading - both scriptures as well as inspiring, challenging words from good writers. And spending time alone with God in prayer, study and worship. Allowing Him to replay the previous day - learning from the growth opportunities and praising him for that which went well. I've also found I need to carve out time to be creative and play more. Life spent with all work and no play is extremely draining. And finding the balance of protecting my alone time as well as being open to sharing time with others - my husband, our family, friends and meeting and making new friends and also serving others. Although sometimes I view this last one as something that might drain my battery power - pouring myself out in service to others can actually help me feel recharged - if operating in my areas of giftedness.
It's time to plug in.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
What is Loveliness?
A dear friend is putting together a gift for her daughter's sixteenth birthday and has asked a small group of her close friends to sit down and meet with her daughter on a variety of topics. A type of community mentoring approach to teaching a young woman about womanhood. Topics ranging from how to throw a dinner party and etiquette to conversation skills and beyond. I've been assigned the topic of loveliness. At the moment, we're on a rustic vacation where we've been backpacking and camping in the deep woods. I'm itchy with poison ivy and covered with chigger bites and not feeling especially lovely. But the Lord gently reminds me that he sees me as lovely, no matter my external appearance. So I'm collecting my thoughts to share with this young woman about to turn sweet sixteen. I thought I'd share. What are your thoughts on loveliness? I welcome your input.
Loveliness is much more than an external look. More than a pretty face. Loveliness radiates from the inside out. It happens over time. It’s more of a refinement process than a beauty regiment. It comes from a source of strength - a reliance on the Lord. No one starts out lovely. One arrives at loveliness. You are able to react in a graceful manner when you, yourself are steeped in grace. Loveliness is more strength than fraility - although culture would tell us that that which is fragile is lovely, I believe the opposite to be true. It’s pushing through the pain to bring life into this world. Or letting life’s hardships soften you instead of harden you. Bearing the loss of a loved one or the death of a dream. Each of life’s disappointments has the power to harden you, embitter you. Just as the rushing waters of a river wash over hard stones with rough edges and makes them smooth. So too, life can smooth out your rough edges and make you softer and more beautiful if you allow it to wash over you.
Loveliness comes from thinking about that which is lovely. Choosing to see the good in others. The heart of the matter. Not jumping to conclusions or assuming the worst or that others are out to get you - but instead trusting people until they’ve given you good reason not to. It comes from seeing the world from another’s perspective. Seek first to understand, then be understood. Loveliness comes from compassion and empathy for other’s who might not have been given the same opportunities as you. It comes from serving those who are less fortunate and the perspective you gain from walking a mile in their shoes. It comes from not having to have all the answers but being able to say simply, but profoundly, “I don’t know...” and accepting the mysteries of God.
Loveliness pours out of a heart that is overflowing with gratitude. If you take time to notice the beauty that surrounds you each moment, each day, you will become a better reflection of that beauty, that loveliness. Recognizing the source of beauty in life being the Almighty Creator God and being thankful for the way he made and crafted all things - even you. That said, loveliness comes from a quiet confidence of accepting who you are and being thankful that you are who you are and that you are how you are. Of course, there are always ways we can improve - work harder, seek to attain goals, challenge ourselves to continue learning, growing, improving and observing life each day. Growing in discipline. But there are other things we must simply accept as they are. I’m not going to grow taller. Wrinkles will leave their marks. But we can choose - will they show where the smiles have been or the frowns. Do what you can to take care of the body you’ve been given, but treat it as the temple that it is - not an idol. Love yourself. Be kind to yourself. Even indulge occasionally. Recognize that your body is but a part of you - an extension of who you are. But that you are truly recognizable by your character. What will you choose to do with the position in life you earn or are granted? Will you use your authority to make a difference in someone else’s life? Will you stand up for the weaker soul? Extend kindness to the outcast? Go out of your way to reach out to the lonely?
Loveliness is more than setting a pretty table or decorating a beautiful room - though I appreciate these things greatly. Loveliness is more than appearances. Instead, it’s the atmosphere you create - the feeling others have when they are in your presence. Do they leave feeling encouraged, refreshed, edified? More than filling their bellies with gourmet food - are you filling their hearts with encouragement? Praising and affirming others for their strengths, telling them what you admire most about them, inspiring them to use their gifts and talents in new ways?Loveliness practices hospitality without grumbling - to the VIP as well as the difficult guest or even the sweaty workman. I always want all people who come into our home to feel welcomed and appreciated. From the workman to the lonely child. A gracious hostess practices hospitality and extends loveliness to all - even the least of these.
Loveliness understand that words have power and she uses words gently and cautiously. Biting your tongue and saying nothing at all at times exercises more wisdom than having a witty quip or rapid fire retort. It comes from making right reactions in the heat of the moment.It goes the extra mile without expectation of returned favor.
Fashions come and go and are truly superficial. Don’t get all caught up wasting time and precious money wearing the latest fads. That’s just it - they’re fads. Current for that moment and out of season the next. Instead, create, define, refine your own signature style. What suits you? Extends your personality? Looks best on you and accentuates your figure. Stay true to that style. Your style. Not what someone else or some magazine filled with paid advertisements defines as stylish. Now, grated, you must remain current - in part to be taken seriously by others - especially those for whom fashion is important. But be sure to question trends and ask yourself “Does this look good on me or am I just wearing it because it’s stylish?” Additionally, exercise caution to dress tastefully and never provocatively. Until you are married and understand more fully the male species exercise discretion when selecting what to wear and if you feel a little uncomfortable or if you’re questioning the appropriateness, change before you leave the house. You want to walk out of the house in full confidence that you feel and look your best.
I would encourage you to find someone in the public eye whom you admire and follow her fashion cues. Maybe it’s someone current, maybe a fashion icon of the past. When I was growing up, I admired Princess Diana and watched over the years how her style evolved as she grew into her own woman. I have come to understand that’s what fashion is - an outward expression of the woman we feel we’ve become on the inside. However, the dark side of my admiration was learning how much sadness was in her marriage and how insecure she actually was for many years. Another lesson about the importance of true confidence; that beauty must radiate from within and is truly a reflection of the love of the Lord radiating from the inside out. If we lack that faith at our core - we reflect it on our exterior.
I’ve heard it said that beauty fades and each woman must choose for herself what her signature mark of lasting beauty will be. I can think of your own mother, using her intelligence and her giving of herself to her family first and her enormous capacity to serve all her patients providing quality medical care to them with the love of Christ. Praying with her patients who face uncertain diagnoses or walking with them through medical uncertainty as they face life or death trials.
Or one of my mom’s closest friends who serves as a federal judge using her intellect and God-given discernment to provide justice and wisdom as she decides someone’s fate.My own attempt to carve out my signature mark is less admirable from a career standing but trying to practice hospitality to those I encounter and trying to practice thoughtfulness through giving gifts or bringing meals to those in need.
Something as simple as writing a prompt thank you note or writing a note when you’re praying for someone or showing up to show your support by attending a funeral calling or sitting with a friend who is facing an uncertain diagnosis.
Loveliness is approaching life with an attitude that everything I have is a gift from God - including gifts and talents like intellect as well as time and any material possessions. How can I use all that I’ve been given to glorify him. not looking to glorify myself or make myself beautiful or lovely but in self-sacrificing in the pouring out into others. That’s becomes thy signature mark of beauty, and ultimately the most lovely ambition one can have.
Simply put, loveliness is approaching life with love. For what is lovely without first having love?
Loveliness is much more than an external look. More than a pretty face. Loveliness radiates from the inside out. It happens over time. It’s more of a refinement process than a beauty regiment. It comes from a source of strength - a reliance on the Lord. No one starts out lovely. One arrives at loveliness. You are able to react in a graceful manner when you, yourself are steeped in grace. Loveliness is more strength than fraility - although culture would tell us that that which is fragile is lovely, I believe the opposite to be true. It’s pushing through the pain to bring life into this world. Or letting life’s hardships soften you instead of harden you. Bearing the loss of a loved one or the death of a dream. Each of life’s disappointments has the power to harden you, embitter you. Just as the rushing waters of a river wash over hard stones with rough edges and makes them smooth. So too, life can smooth out your rough edges and make you softer and more beautiful if you allow it to wash over you.
Loveliness comes from thinking about that which is lovely. Choosing to see the good in others. The heart of the matter. Not jumping to conclusions or assuming the worst or that others are out to get you - but instead trusting people until they’ve given you good reason not to. It comes from seeing the world from another’s perspective. Seek first to understand, then be understood. Loveliness comes from compassion and empathy for other’s who might not have been given the same opportunities as you. It comes from serving those who are less fortunate and the perspective you gain from walking a mile in their shoes. It comes from not having to have all the answers but being able to say simply, but profoundly, “I don’t know...” and accepting the mysteries of God.
Loveliness pours out of a heart that is overflowing with gratitude. If you take time to notice the beauty that surrounds you each moment, each day, you will become a better reflection of that beauty, that loveliness. Recognizing the source of beauty in life being the Almighty Creator God and being thankful for the way he made and crafted all things - even you. That said, loveliness comes from a quiet confidence of accepting who you are and being thankful that you are who you are and that you are how you are. Of course, there are always ways we can improve - work harder, seek to attain goals, challenge ourselves to continue learning, growing, improving and observing life each day. Growing in discipline. But there are other things we must simply accept as they are. I’m not going to grow taller. Wrinkles will leave their marks. But we can choose - will they show where the smiles have been or the frowns. Do what you can to take care of the body you’ve been given, but treat it as the temple that it is - not an idol. Love yourself. Be kind to yourself. Even indulge occasionally. Recognize that your body is but a part of you - an extension of who you are. But that you are truly recognizable by your character. What will you choose to do with the position in life you earn or are granted? Will you use your authority to make a difference in someone else’s life? Will you stand up for the weaker soul? Extend kindness to the outcast? Go out of your way to reach out to the lonely?
Loveliness is more than setting a pretty table or decorating a beautiful room - though I appreciate these things greatly. Loveliness is more than appearances. Instead, it’s the atmosphere you create - the feeling others have when they are in your presence. Do they leave feeling encouraged, refreshed, edified? More than filling their bellies with gourmet food - are you filling their hearts with encouragement? Praising and affirming others for their strengths, telling them what you admire most about them, inspiring them to use their gifts and talents in new ways?Loveliness practices hospitality without grumbling - to the VIP as well as the difficult guest or even the sweaty workman. I always want all people who come into our home to feel welcomed and appreciated. From the workman to the lonely child. A gracious hostess practices hospitality and extends loveliness to all - even the least of these.
Loveliness understand that words have power and she uses words gently and cautiously. Biting your tongue and saying nothing at all at times exercises more wisdom than having a witty quip or rapid fire retort. It comes from making right reactions in the heat of the moment.It goes the extra mile without expectation of returned favor.
Fashions come and go and are truly superficial. Don’t get all caught up wasting time and precious money wearing the latest fads. That’s just it - they’re fads. Current for that moment and out of season the next. Instead, create, define, refine your own signature style. What suits you? Extends your personality? Looks best on you and accentuates your figure. Stay true to that style. Your style. Not what someone else or some magazine filled with paid advertisements defines as stylish. Now, grated, you must remain current - in part to be taken seriously by others - especially those for whom fashion is important. But be sure to question trends and ask yourself “Does this look good on me or am I just wearing it because it’s stylish?” Additionally, exercise caution to dress tastefully and never provocatively. Until you are married and understand more fully the male species exercise discretion when selecting what to wear and if you feel a little uncomfortable or if you’re questioning the appropriateness, change before you leave the house. You want to walk out of the house in full confidence that you feel and look your best.
I would encourage you to find someone in the public eye whom you admire and follow her fashion cues. Maybe it’s someone current, maybe a fashion icon of the past. When I was growing up, I admired Princess Diana and watched over the years how her style evolved as she grew into her own woman. I have come to understand that’s what fashion is - an outward expression of the woman we feel we’ve become on the inside. However, the dark side of my admiration was learning how much sadness was in her marriage and how insecure she actually was for many years. Another lesson about the importance of true confidence; that beauty must radiate from within and is truly a reflection of the love of the Lord radiating from the inside out. If we lack that faith at our core - we reflect it on our exterior.
I’ve heard it said that beauty fades and each woman must choose for herself what her signature mark of lasting beauty will be. I can think of your own mother, using her intelligence and her giving of herself to her family first and her enormous capacity to serve all her patients providing quality medical care to them with the love of Christ. Praying with her patients who face uncertain diagnoses or walking with them through medical uncertainty as they face life or death trials.
Or one of my mom’s closest friends who serves as a federal judge using her intellect and God-given discernment to provide justice and wisdom as she decides someone’s fate.My own attempt to carve out my signature mark is less admirable from a career standing but trying to practice hospitality to those I encounter and trying to practice thoughtfulness through giving gifts or bringing meals to those in need.
Something as simple as writing a prompt thank you note or writing a note when you’re praying for someone or showing up to show your support by attending a funeral calling or sitting with a friend who is facing an uncertain diagnosis.
Loveliness is approaching life with an attitude that everything I have is a gift from God - including gifts and talents like intellect as well as time and any material possessions. How can I use all that I’ve been given to glorify him. not looking to glorify myself or make myself beautiful or lovely but in self-sacrificing in the pouring out into others. That’s becomes thy signature mark of beauty, and ultimately the most lovely ambition one can have.
Simply put, loveliness is approaching life with love. For what is lovely without first having love?
Cracking the Code
I keep trying to crack the code on my now forty-something female body. She keeps throwing curves at me - literally! I remember a shift when I approached thirty, but this forty-something is something else! I've decided that carbs are not my friend and exercise is no longer optional. That said, I've also decided to finally take my wise friend's advice when she told me that "We introverts must take care of ourselves as a diabetic would care for his or herself with their condition." Solitude is that important. Quiet time with the Lord - in solitude - is no longer just an indulgence for me when all my other chores are done, kids quietly napping, laundry spinning, dishes put away and then I finally make a cup of tea and sit down to pray and study… nope. That's not my reality anymore - if it ever was!? I have four busy boys that usually wake me up with one of them slipping into my bed for some pre-dawn snuggling and then we're off to the races until typically ten at night. Add in a late night grocery run like tonight (me along with all the other mothers counting down the days until school starts again next week and we'll see each other in the aisles in daylight again!) and that's why you find me typing at 1:15 in the morning! It may seem strange perhaps that midnight grocery shopping and dieting and quiet time routines are all jumbled together in one blog post - but this is my life. And it IS all jumbled together. And I need to crack the code. I need to find balance. Or a routine. Or more hours in the day or something. But it all starts with admitting I need to change. So there. I said it. I need to change. I need to become a disciplined forty-something woman. Want to join me on this adventure? I think I'm going to need some traveling companions.
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