7 minutes
two things I miss: writing and running.
I'm terrible at making time for myself... I mean how does that even work? I start the day (or complete the night, depending on how you look at it) with the sound of children and pretty much ricochet from one little need to the next... throw in any extra task (for example: moving) and the days fly by faster than the berries seem to go bad in my fridge!
but I'm sick of the excuses. I'm tired of the regret. I don't enjoy the comparing. and I just plain dislike the negativity! a huge problem is my shotgun approach to life (thanks Dad for that analogy.) I see my target and just blast tiny holes all over the place, I may hit the target, but I hit 20 other things as well. I fling myself at things that way. We are approaching a move, I want to be in my new home, so what do I do? I pack, wrap, sort organize 10 different pre-move projects at the same time, and get irritated with my kids requiring lunch and diaper changes because nothing is getting done.
oh.
wait.
its not their fault.
and
whoops.
can't quite hit the pause button on mothering just because a move is exciting.
also, nothing is getting done because i'm not completing the task. shotgunning it. (just made up a verb.)
in other news:
tangets are evil and sneak up on me constantly.
so enough excuses! done with regret! carpe diem! stop missing things I love and just freaking do them. I found a sweet little app called 7 minutes. Its not running, but it give a little burst of the same jolt. (baby steps) and I have this blog all set up, and all I have to do is plob on the computer, or hide myself in my closet and thumb-finger type on my phone some thoughts and my writing can stay alive too.
its not exactly writing a book material. and not even close to prep for a half marathon... but 7 minutes of random workouts or 7 minutes of typing? my kids are good, but even they can't completely destroy our house in 7 minutes.
I'm pushing past the lack of control and I'm letting God freaking do what He promises and not giving me more than I can handle and trusting Him to supply all I need. He loves me. He cares for me, so why don't I just let Him do that, and happily enjoy this circus of a life I've got going on? And I don't have to wait till Jan 2016, or to be in our new house, or any other huge life changing date. The heavens won't be opening up. No motivational music is playing (except what I have in my head right now, which is a mutemath song that I think is "d'artagnan" but isn't.) So I'm taking this ordinary Tuesday afternoon, and starting now.
because I can.
so that's that. time up. there's pee to clean up. "guys" (aka the boys' toys) to dig out of between carseats and Momo's water bottle to find. oh and that little thing called dinner they're all going to whine about in the next hour or so. (thanks daylight savings.)
"It's so simple." (thanks Jim Gaffigan for that quote)
#thisismylife_js
I'm terrible at making time for myself... I mean how does that even work? I start the day (or complete the night, depending on how you look at it) with the sound of children and pretty much ricochet from one little need to the next... throw in any extra task (for example: moving) and the days fly by faster than the berries seem to go bad in my fridge!
but I'm sick of the excuses. I'm tired of the regret. I don't enjoy the comparing. and I just plain dislike the negativity! a huge problem is my shotgun approach to life (thanks Dad for that analogy.) I see my target and just blast tiny holes all over the place, I may hit the target, but I hit 20 other things as well. I fling myself at things that way. We are approaching a move, I want to be in my new home, so what do I do? I pack, wrap, sort organize 10 different pre-move projects at the same time, and get irritated with my kids requiring lunch and diaper changes because nothing is getting done.
oh.
wait.
its not their fault.
and
whoops.
can't quite hit the pause button on mothering just because a move is exciting.
also, nothing is getting done because i'm not completing the task. shotgunning it. (just made up a verb.)
in other news:
tangets are evil and sneak up on me constantly.
so enough excuses! done with regret! carpe diem! stop missing things I love and just freaking do them. I found a sweet little app called 7 minutes. Its not running, but it give a little burst of the same jolt. (baby steps) and I have this blog all set up, and all I have to do is plob on the computer, or hide myself in my closet and thumb-finger type on my phone some thoughts and my writing can stay alive too.
its not exactly writing a book material. and not even close to prep for a half marathon... but 7 minutes of random workouts or 7 minutes of typing? my kids are good, but even they can't completely destroy our house in 7 minutes.
I'm pushing past the lack of control and I'm letting God freaking do what He promises and not giving me more than I can handle and trusting Him to supply all I need. He loves me. He cares for me, so why don't I just let Him do that, and happily enjoy this circus of a life I've got going on? And I don't have to wait till Jan 2016, or to be in our new house, or any other huge life changing date. The heavens won't be opening up. No motivational music is playing (except what I have in my head right now, which is a mutemath song that I think is "d'artagnan" but isn't.) So I'm taking this ordinary Tuesday afternoon, and starting now.
because I can.
so that's that. time up. there's pee to clean up. "guys" (aka the boys' toys) to dig out of between carseats and Momo's water bottle to find. oh and that little thing called dinner they're all going to whine about in the next hour or so. (thanks daylight savings.)
"It's so simple." (thanks Jim Gaffigan for that quote)
#thisismylife_js
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