Saturday, May 30, 2015

No more organizing. No more perfect.

A few years ago I started this blog, primarily centered around organizing.

You see-- I wanted to be organized.  I really did.  It was a goal.

But life got busy.  And I found that I could really function well.. or partially well.. without it being perfectly organized.  And then life just kept happening.

Life didn't ask me if I needed my fridge cleaned every Monday anymore.

Life didn't ask me if I needed to plan a laundry day.

No.  Life just told me that we were out of food or out of clothes.

Life told me that taking care of my family and ministry meant doing unplanned or spontaneous things.

and then the organizing passion fizzled out.

And one day I started to realize that my whole blog was a misrepresentation of what I wanted to write about--what I was actually living out.

Yes, at one point in my life.. (19 years ago) I was All ABOUT organizing.
Today?  not so much.

And I'm realizing that it is OK to just come right out and admit it.

It gives me a great relief to just "not be organized" anymore.

So.. now what? Well.. I will probably start a new blog, under a new name, under a new theme.

And I will probably keep the articles on organizing on this blog-- right where they are.

Yes, I can already feel a sigh of relief..

I don't have a theme yet.  I don't have a name yet.  But I will probably try to hire my same web designer.  And I will post the link on here when I'm ready.

What about you?  Has your blog/ interests/ passions morphed into something other than what your original blog theme was about?






Wednesday, May 13, 2015

filling a sandwich bag..

AT OUR HOUSE, we have weird sayings.  And they usually happen by accident.  And I usually say them. accidentally.  And then they stick. forever.

Like this past weekend.

My mother was visiting.  Oops.  I told my mother that I wasn't going to blog about her anymore.  Oops.

Anyway, my mother was visiting.  I think I was trying to get motivated to fold the laundry.  And my mom offered to come and help.  She said, "Do I need to call you on the phone so you can get your laundry done??"

So, let's think about how crazy this idea is.  Here we are sitting together, talking.. and she offers to call me on the phone. And she would have done it, but I just asked her to grab a cup of coffee and sit with me.  We could visit and have some coffee instead of talking on the phone from separate rooms.

But I got to thinking about how often we talk on the phone.  And we were discussing this with the kids.

And I blurt out this high brow thought..

"You could fill a sandwich bag with all the days that mom and I haven't talked on the phone!"

And the look..

the look on one of my kids' faces.

I'm not going to tell you which kid, but this child just recently won a physics award and it part of the 80% of my children who have engineer-like tendencies.

That kid.  It's like his eyebrow went right up into his forehead  with his lips pursed in a half smile/ half smirk.

and finally the comment.. "You can't fill a sandwich bag with days!!"  

And Mom and I looked at each other and burst into laughter.  We knew.

We knew exactly what that meant.  

It's like all of us non-engineer types have this secret lingo that we can use in front of the geek-squads that will not only tell them nothing.. but completely confuse them at the same time.

And we.. can we understand their language?  Absolutely!  A little google translate and deductive reasoning and BAM! code is unfurled.

They they?  They don't stand a chance.

Mixing metaphors, quantifiable amounts and dimensions, including time travel-- adding some linguistic nuances..  and see??  it makes no sense whatsoever.

Thank you for reading this post in which I tell you absolutely nothing useful whatsoever.

Now I have to go fill some sandwich bags. 

Saturday, May 9, 2015

bold, unfettered, safe and wild




 Bold  flowers.. unfettered with life's daily cares.. safe in their creator's arms.. wildly enjoy their brief but meaningful existence..





Notice their beauty.  or not. They exist not for you unless of course, you want them to.  And then you learn their simple lesson:

Be.

Just Be.



Life moves fast enough without you rushing through it. 

Live boldly, unfettered, safe but wild.
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