Honestly, today the last thing I feel like doing is anything resembling work. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to drive through six inches of new snow to take my daughter to school. I’m dreading going back to pick her up because I don’t think it’s stopped coming down yet. I don’t feel like cooking anything.
All I feel like doing is sleeping.
I sort of know why I’m feeling so tired. It’s a combination of things. Just the right combination of things to knock me off my feet and make me want to hibernate.
But certain things need to be done. Cooking has to happen so we can eat. My daughter has to get to school because there is no such thing as a snow day in this district. And sometimes things need to be blogged so everyone else feeling this knows they aren’t alone in it.
Also, it’s okay to rest. It’s perfectly fine to slow down. To not do anything more than necessary.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” – Matthew 11:28-30 (NIV)
For nothing is impossible with God – Luke 1:37 (NIV)
And yet how often are we told our dreams are impossible? That what we most desire to be/do/experience/live in our lives is impossible and we should be more realistic?
But what if these ‘impossible’ dreams are God’s plan for our lives? What if they are visions granted to us by God as ways to use our God given gifts and abilities to their fullest extent?
What if the people telling us to ‘be more realistic’ are actually advising us to ignore God’s will for our lives?
Due to the upcoming holidays and other things, I’m taking December off from this. I will be checking back for comments and such, but otherwise I’ll see you in January.
Wishing everyone a safe and happy December 🙂
Life as usual, with all the things I’ve committed to do in a week.
And then I get sick. Sicker than I have been in quite a while. Sick enough I’m still recovering over a week later.
Things don’t get done because I’m not able to get to them. So they pile up. Because heaven forbid my husband or his cousin who lives with us pick up the slack. I’m not going to kid myself. So often it feels like they barely do a minimum of the work they promise to do. So now I’m left playing catch up.
Catch up on getting the kitchen clean. Catch up on my writing. Catch up on finding something to give my husband for his birthday, which is this Saturday. Catch up on all the other balls which get dropped when my energy wanes for any reason.
All I really feel like doing is getting lost in a book. Or camping out in Skyrim (Elder Scrolls V) for a week.
Remembrance Day (as it’s observed in Canada) is in two days, although many places will be closed Monday in lieu. I believe the date set reflects the end of World War I, ninety-nine years ago. I’m sure the ceremonies next year will not fail to mention the century which has passed.
The Great War. The war to end all wars. That’s what they called World War I, in the brief years leading up to World War II. But then World War II came. And then the Korean War. And the Vietnam War. And, in the background for decades, there was the Cold War. I’m old enough to vaguely remember the first war in Iraq. I was an adult by 9/11, which triggered the war in Afghanistan. Has that one even ended? And then a second war in Iraq.
Those are only the highlights. It seems like there’s always conflict somewhere in the world. Sometimes it’s contained within a single country. More often it’s between countries. And it never ends. If it isn’t in one part of the world, it’s in another. It goes back almost as far as human history. It will likely continue, in some form or another, until the end of this world.
It’s said we need to remember these conflicts. How they started. How they ended. Why they happened. All those sacrificed in the process. It’s also said those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. And what is the point of remembering, if not to learn from these events. The problem is those who do learn the lessons from history still have to watch those who didn’t repeat it. Over and over and over. Like watching a slow motion train wreck and feeling helpless to prevent it from happening.
And wondering how much more of this the world can take. How many people have to be sacrificed? How much land has to be devastated? How many resources have to be wasted? What will we do when there’s nothing left? How can people not see what effect this is having in our world right now?
I am ever so grateful to know this: In the end, Love always wins.
Somehow it’s nearly the end of October and Hallowe’en is approaching faster than I want to think about. My daughter is, of course, counting down the days until she can go trick or treating. Her costume is ready and she’s getting excited. I’m not sure whether I’ll attempt to dress up or not. What I do know is I will be doing the same as last year… handing out small, non edible treats to those who come to our door. I’m fairly certain we had more happy visitors than not and it avoids the landmine handing out edible treats has become.
In the meantime, I’m working to a background noise of jackhammer, shoveling, saws, and whatever else strata’s maintenance guys are using to replace the fence around our front yard. I know it needed doing. What gets me is the original notice said five to fourteen days, starting September 21st. Somehow they’re still working on it. Given that we’ve already had snow once this year and several light frosts, they’re pushing it to get the posts in place before the ground seriously freezes for the winter.
2017 is nearly over. I had a shock this morning when I was looking at the moon phases chart I use. There are only two more cycles of the moon left for this year. And, even though I’ve been trying to be more present in my life, I feel like I blink and the time is gone. I look around and I wonder what I actually have to show for any of it. I guess no more or less than anyone else around me.
Wishing all my readers a safe and happy All Hallow’s Eve.
It’s that time of year again. The part of the year where I have to wake up in the dark and somehow find the energy to get up and get my daughter up and start our day. The part of the year where I may not see the sun until after my daughter has been dropped off at school.
I would happily stay in bed until there’s actual daylight outside. This getting up in the middle of the night (that’s what 7am feels like right now) is insane. I’m pretty sure humans were originally intended to sleep through the dark and be up with the sun… or at least whatever is passing for daylight.
And then Daylight Savings time will end. (Why do we even still have this in a society which has us up at all kinds of strange hours anyway?) And it will be dark outside by the time I’m taking my daughter to her late afternoon/early evening classes.
And then we’ll reach the winter solstice and it will be dark when I get up and dark when I’m making supper. And all I’m really going to want to do is hibernate. Seriously, why don’t humans hibernate? I would much rather do that than deal with the dark and the deep cold and the deep snow and ice.
Here in Canada, Thanksgiving falls on October 9th this year. A date which is rapidly approaching and I find myself calculating what more needs to be bought for dinner and when I have to pull the turkey out to thaw.
Turkey dinner is all fine and (usually very) good, but the point of Thanksgiving is to pause and express gratitude for the harvest (originally) and all the things we have. A time to stop and take stock of how much we really have in our lives.
Gratitude has become one of those words. Overused, too often to try to sell some service or thing. And when a word becomes one of those, it’s actual meaning seems to get lost in the buzz.
Because Gratitude is actually very important, provided it is combined with sincerity. It’s easy to say (or post) that you’re grateful for something or someone or some event. But are you actually feeling it? Are you really grateful for what you claim to be? Or are you merely caught up in the latest self-help trend?
What we are sincerely grateful for we are far less likely to take for granted. We’re more likely to remember to acknowledge its affect on our lives.
I know some things (people, events) are hard to feel true gratitude for. Blessings do come in some really obnoxious/unpleasant/upsetting disguises. Sometimes it’s a matter of doing the best we can now and finding the sincere gratitude in hindsight.
What are you sincerely grateful for in your life?
For myself, I’m incredibly thankful for my husband and all the ways he supports me and my work; for our beautiful, active, strong willed daughter; for my high strung fuzzball of a Bandit kitty; for all the resources I have to draw on to build my life and business; and for Life in Jesus Christ.
Sometimes all you can do is Breathe
I don’t remember exactly what I was looking at when this popped into my head. I’m fairly sure I was online, reading something someone had posted about their life going to pieces and being unsure what to do next. The specifics of the situation escape me, especially given how much of this kind of stuff I see daily.
Because lives fall apart all the time. Things, big or small, are lost. Plans fall through. What appeared to be a sure bet turns out to be anything but. I know I’m not the only one who feels like there is always “another shoe.”
And it’s all largely out of our control. Yes, some of these things trace, at least partially, back to the choices we’ve made. We can make the best choices we know how and life will still happen.
It’s all too tempting, when life sucks, to complain and blame and look for an external source to fix it all for us. But none of those things have any power to change what happened. They also have no power whatsoever to improve our future prospects. What they’re really good for is keeping us stuck.
What really needs to happen next is we need to breathe. Sometimes it’s all we can do.
One breath at a time
One step at a time
One day at a time