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On taking breaks and restoring vessels

Apparently I’ve taken a break from blogging.  I didn’t intend to but life has gotten in the way and before I knew it weeks had passed.

I’ve thought about you all and I’ve missed our interactions, but there’s so much going on that I struggle to get it all done much less articulate it.

Cleaning, sorting, gifting, going.  16 years in this house, and oh the stuff I’ve found stuffed in drawers and cupboards – oy!   3 – soon to be 4- trips to Goodwill, piles and piles of clothes, toys, and household items. But the treasures found have out-weighed the dust and the mess.  Baby shoes. Boxes of photos. Keepsakes from another time. My 4-H badges, Hubbs basketball pictures, our marriage license.  The love letters sent back and forth- be still my heart <3!

It is cathartic to rid ourselves of clutter.  It’s also hard work – I’ve averaged 6-7 miles per day in the house! Up the stairs, down the stairs, back up the stairs, out to the dumpster or to my car — my arms and legs and even my hands are weary.  When I lie down at night my body melts into the bed and the alarm screams for me way too soon.

But still with this, with all of this, my soul sings – why?  Letting things go – clearing out clutter – keeping what matters and jettisoning the rest ~Liberating!

I’ve missed you and I will return but I’m not sure when.   I miss the release I get from expressing my thoughts and connecting with all of you.  But I’ve also learned I cannot pour from an empty cup.

And on that note, at least I still have a cup, in fact I have many and that cupboard’s next!

will return whenever I want

 

How about you? Have you found yourself in a similar position? How did you handle it?

 

 

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Meaningful meanderings

So, there I was yesterday, puttering around the house as I’m apt to do on a weekend morning… Hubbs was golfing, youngest still snoozing, and I found myself with time on my hands and no particular plan – which was exactly my intention. 🙂

Hot and steamy outside, the last place I wanted to be was out in that.  Plus the meds I’ve been on for this nasty respiratory bug make me more sensitive to the sun. Well I’m someone who’s already sensitive to the sun.  Step outside and I might burst into flames!

I meandered my way to the basement and decided it was time: time to clean the laundry room. About 40 min and 2 trash bags later, the room was cleaner, better organized and just more appealing. Since I was down there anyways, and I’d already lugged the vacuum that far, I decided to clean up the other side – the TV room Hubbs enjoys most of the winter.  He hasn’t yet moved his entertainment setup to the garage for summer baseball so it’s a room that needs, but doesn’t always get, attention. Windex, paper towel, vacuum, and another trash bag nearly filled.  Cracked open a window, rearranged a few things and smiled at my handiwork.

clean house

Making my way back up I thought, well, here I am here at the stairs and yep, they need a cleaning, too …. next, I arrived at the walkout level, where hubbs’ office and youngest boy’s rooms are … bypassing the snoozing kid, I swept through the office, folding up cartons and vacuuming behind boxes that hadn’t been moved in some time.   (This room tends to be the “catch-all room” – and I’ve learned that clutter is just a postponed decision.  No more).

By now the youngest had rolled out of bed and gave me a sleepy smile. Up he went to smash some banana bread while I worked my way through the office.  I vacuumed my way up the stairs to the main floor where I found him grinning at me.

“Mom, do you always hum a song when you clean?” 

“I don’t know, didn’t realize I was doing that.”

“Well .. it’s cute. And hey, great banana bread!”

With that, he was off to the shower and I was back in the kitchen, putting away the  cleaning supplies and pulling out items to cook.

He strolled through the kitchen in his long-legged way then stopped and asked, “Anything you need help with before I take off?”

“Actually, yes, the pool opens tomorrow, would you please bring the equipment out to the patio for me. Thanks!”

“No problem, Mom.”

And with that, he left to run his errands, I turned on my tunes and started sautéing.

And today, after waking early, I crept downstairs to our clean and tidy home and smiled.  I smiled that, this time, my weekend meanderings didn’t involve spending time looking for something or trying to make sense of stuff I no longer want.

 “Your attitude has to change from ‘Why do I have to do this!’ to ‘This is my home and I deserve to have a wonderful place to live, this blesses my home, and my family and most of all me!'” ~ Flylady

Does your home reflect how you want to live? If not, what do you want to change?

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Price-point

If you really put a small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price.  ~Author Unknown

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Lately, I’ve evaluated how I “spend” my time vs. how I want to.

Isn’t it odd that we measure time in units of value?

How did you spend your day off?

Oh man, I wasted a whole hour!

But I digress.

Over the past year, I’ve examined my life and made a conscious effort to make room for what matters to me.   The energy vampires are (mostly) gone and instead, I’ve added a few battery chargers to my circle.

I’ve cleared out the clutter in my life so I can do what’s important.

I’ve stopped maintaining relationships that aren’t healthy.  Doing so has made more room for the ones that are.

I’ve gone to bed earlier, and looked better,  than the results any diet ever delivered.

I’ve faced fears, spoken up and taken on new things; these efforts have energized me more than any $100 skin care product possibly could.

I’ve learned that saying no  translates into a big, fat YES… for me.

I’ve learned how very satisfying is is to raise my own price-point.

How about you?  Do you depend on others to raise your price?  Are you in the process of change?  How do you feel about it? 

Categories: Attitude, Faith, Family, Forgiveness, Friendship, Growth, Joy, Life, Life Lessons, Personal, Relationships, Self Discovery, Wisdom | Tags: , , , , , | 50 Comments

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