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Happy New Year! I want to write about goals and dreams and hopes for the new year because isn’t that what everyone does? Instead I’m just going to ramble and write what my heart tells me.
Yesterday was my first MOPS meeting of the New Year. If you aren’t familiar, MOPS is an amazing organization for mothers of preschoolers (kids 0-5). Being a mom to young kids isn’t easy and if I didn’t have this amazing support system, I don’t know where I would be some days when I hit my parenting lows. Anyway, on Christmas Eve just a few weeks ago one of the moms in our group lost her sweet 19 month old daughter very suddenly. An email circulated on Christmas, letting us all know what had happened. Since then I’ve been consumed with grief for this sweet mama I don’t even know. Yesterday at MOPS, nearly 100 of us hugged and cried and grieved for her. At one point, a friend of mine said something along the lines of, “it’s so great that we get a break from our children to spend time in this amazing community, but what’s even greater is that we get to leave here and go pick up our kids afterwards.” I lost it.
You see, I’m not always the greatest mom. Sometimes I downright hate being a mother. It is SO HARD. I complain about the things my kids do. I feel sorry for myself more often than I should. I crave time away from them. But at the exact same time I could NEVER imagine my world without them.
Over a year ago someone I follow on Instagram shared these lyrics from a Leonard Cohen song and they filled me with so much hope:
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
~ Leonard Cohen (from his song “Anthem”)
For as long as I can remember I’ve struggled with trying to understand my purpose on this earth. I am so hard on myself – expecting that everything I do has to be perfect. The truth is, there is no perfection in life. There are wars and division of politics. There is hate. There are sweet, innocent children that die every single day. But without all of this darkness, would we notice the light? Would we truly be able to appreciate all the good that there is?
Instead of focusing on the things in life that don’t work out, we need to ring those bells that still can ring. Stop focusing on perfection and give what ever amount you have to give. Feel pain so that the good is all the more glorious. That is my hope for 2017. I’m going to find the light through the cracks. I’m going to love my family as deeply as I can, knowing their fate is completely out of my control. I’m going to trust in something far greater than myself.
Above all, be true to yourself, and if you cannot put your heart in it, take yourself out of it. ~ Hardy D. Jackson
Love this quote (in fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve probably shared it in another Wise Words Wednesday post before). It is so important to take inventory on your life every now and then: Is your heart in what you are doing right now? Is your behavior a true reflection of YOU – of your beliefs, your desires, your personality?
Sometimes I lose track of myself. It is SO easy to do so! Sometimes I have to question whether I like something because I actually like it or because the media/my friends/society is telling me I’m supposed to like it. I think this is a trap that everyone falls into every now and then.
So today let’s focus on being true to ourselves, k? Are you wearing a pair of skinny jeans because they’re all the rage, but you’re ridiculously uncomfortable and not feeling confident? Ditch them! Trying out the latest fad diet, but you’re miserable? Stop – find something that works for YOU! Working on a blog post that you think your readers will enjoy, but your heart just isn’t in it? Delete it!
Focus on just being the best YOU you can be.
People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing – that’s why we recommend it daily. ~ Zig Ziglar
I live my life on a pendulum. I’m constantly swinging between extremes of either always thinking and dreaming about the future or being naively focused on the present. There’s a plus to both sides, but a happy medium would be ideal. When I’m in my future-focused state I’m a dreamer, I’m determined, and I take action. But, I’m also more stressed out and I lose sight of just living in the moment. When I’m wholeheartedly content in the present and embracing the here and now, I’m happy. But, I’m just letting life live itself and I tend to get lazy. My motivation has died down.
Right now I am stuck in my “I’m happy now” mode. I feel great! I’m living day to day, soaking up life’s little moments. I’m honestly happy with all aspects of my life. I’m just floating along in my “whatever happens, happens” mentality. Life is good.
But what about my daughter’s 4th birthday quickly approaching? Or the fact that we have yet to write a will? And what about the debt that needs to be paid down? Or where we are going to vacation this August when my hubby has a week off work? What will my life look like 10 years from now?
Like I said, I’m struggling to find the happy medium between caring about the future and soaking up the present. I’m struggling with a lack of motivation. I love having a carefree mentality, but where will it get me in terms of my to do list, in terms of my goals?
Today I’m choosing to just be happy in this current moment. And for now that is good enough.
Where are my bi-polar dreamers at? I know I’m not alone here. 🙂
Everyone has this giant, luminous being that is their true self… Everyone is a sleeping giant, so to speak, waiting to hear the call, waiting to surrender to it, waiting to act on it. We’ve gotten caught up in thinking we are what we look like, the physical, the exterior. We think we’re the lamp shade. We’ve forgotten that we are the light — the electricity and the luminosity that lights up every man, woman, and child. The light is who we truly are.
~ Michael Bernard Beckwith
I stumbled upon this quote and I LOVE it. And I wanted to share it. That’s about all.
How’s your week going? Guess what… this is my last 5 day work week! Yahoo! So, I’m having a pretty darn good week, just knowing that by next week Wednesday will really be my Thursday and Thursday will be my Friday. Ha!
Oh, and if you haven’t entered my Journal 10+ giveaway, please do so! Still a low number of entries so you’ve got a good shot. Enter HERE.
And one more thing. I’m working on a really great craft project for Mother’s Day and I can’t wait to share it with you. I figured it was about time I get back into the DIY swing of things. I’m sure it’s something you’ve already seen on Pinterest (I mean, what isn’t on Pinterest these days?), but mine will be original in its own way. I’m shooting to get the post up by Friday. YAY!
Let your light shine, people!
This fabulous art via Mae Chevrette
Courage is not one of my strong suits. I’ve always been one to stick with what’s comfortable – to take the easy route because I know it’s safe. This sucks. As I get older I realize more and more just how much my lack of courage has held me back. I have no regrets because I am very happy with my place in this world at this exact moment, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder, “what if?”
On Monday I took a chance. I took a deep breath and I was courageous. Maybe this won’t seem like a big deal to you, but to me it was huge. Since I became a mother over 3.5 years ago there’s been a constant battle taking place in my head over working versus staying home. The love for my job has been just 2 points ahead of my desire to be a homemaker and to spend more time with my family. But I’ve always craved more balance. I’ve always thought that working part time or even just anything less than 40 hours/week would be perfection. It would allow me to spend more time with my kids AND still enjoy my work life. And on Monday I finally got up the courage to talk to my boss about this.
The meeting didn’t go as well as I hoped. I left his office feeling slightly defeated, but lighter – like a weight was off my shoulders and the ball was now in his court. He didn’t have an answer for me. He wasn’t sure if it could work. But at least I put it out there.
After my meeting with the boss man, I prayed. I prayed for my indecisiveness over what I want to do with my life. I prayed for a sign. I prayed for the battle in my head to be over. And on Tuesday, I felt peace. I decided that if my employer wasn’t willing to work with me, that I would move on. I was giving myself until June 1st. After that I would make a decision on the road I would take. I’ve never been good at setting goal dates, but I decided to stick to it.
And then yesterday, right before the end of the work day, my boss asked to speak to me. He had talked with his boss and told me that a reduction in my hours shouldn’t be a problem. I just need to write up a request on what exactly I want and we’ll take it from there. If all goes through, I’m hoping to be working Monday-Thursday and enjoying 3-day weekends with my loves. I know it’s only 9 hours of my life that I’m getting back, but that is going to make such a huge difference in my sanity.
God is good. And a tiny bit of courage paid off.