this is me {january 17}

One of my intentions for 2020 is to post to this blog every Friday.  There, I said it aloud. Oh boy! Already this appears like it’s going to be a challenge.  I’m writing this, Thursday, January 16th and I don’t have a clue what I want to say.  Or maybe the more accurate statement is that I want to say a lot of things, none of which are coherent or necessarily anything that you would want to read.

So when all else fails, I can always post a picture or a quote. I love quotes and this one pretty much sums up my internal struggle the past week.

 

I’m trying to make the best of it and the music that happens to be playing is kind of nice.  I am going to take a moment and enjoy it.

enjoy life…

P.S. I saw the quote/pic on Becky Glaze’s Instagram this week.  I featured her last year in one of my Enjoy Life Interviews.  If you haven’t read the interview, check it out and check out her Instagram here.  It’s full of good things.

Merry Christmas!

This is the first year that the Buddy Man has known that Christmas is coming. From the day we went to get the Fraser Fir to the appearance of Grandmommy and Granddaddy, he has marked every occurrence with great anticipation, waiting for the big event: the opening of the presents.

On the one hand, he has done well. We have told him that he could look and not touch and I have yet to catch him shaking any presents to see what’s inside. But on the other, every day he awoke and it was not THE day, we could see the frustration and disappointment building in his little soul. His powers of obedience began to wane. He just wanted it to be Christmas!

I got to thinking about the things that I anticipate in my life. I had a great number of them growing into adulthood (driving, first boyfriend, engagement and marriage, first home, etc.), but now, I don’t find myself looking forward to many things. And when things that I do look forward to don’t happen as I want, if at all, my soul begins to wane as well. I don’t like it.

Anticipation breeds faith; faith adds hope; and with hope, there is love and life. The Buddy will move on from Christmas to the next big event on his 4-year-old calendar. I intend to begin looking forward again to the things in my day-to-day existence with faith, hope, and love.

Merry Christmas! enjoy life…

meditations on stories ii

Continuing my contemplation on stories

I was thinking about the influence of stories in our lives. More specifically, the stories that we tell ourselves. Don’t sleep; we all tell ourselves stories, personal narratives that consciously or subconsciously influence our decisions and how we live our lives.

“I will always be fat. I deserve to be fat.”

“My mom was such a great mom and I will never be able to measure up. I’m a terrible mother.”

“I could never be that open and vulnerable. I’m too afraid.  I won’t be successful.”

The stories can be glaring or subtle because sometimes, we don’t even know that we are telling ourselves these stories.

The great things about books is that they can make us aware and be used to change the narratives of our minds. Read the right book and we develop another sense of perspective. We begin to question the validity of our stories.

til tomorrow, enjoy life

Catch up on the rest of this series.