Do You Need A Better Plan?
Maybe I should just say, I need a better plan.
Okay, okay. I just need a plan. A plan for the morning. I don’t have one. Well - wait – unless you count the one about boiling the water for my morning French-pressed wake up elixir. Straight up. Black. Strong.
After I get the coffee down, it’s pretty much haphazard. What does haphazard actually mean, anyway?
Ouch. Guilty as charged. And sorry I asked.
You know, I used to be an organized person. When the kiddos were young and still at home, it seems I accomplished so much more. And I know I had a plan for each and every day. What happened?
Does so much of the past year beg to be forgotten? Never to be thought of again?
Swept under the rug. Thrown out with the garbage. Burned. Buried.
...in a land far, far away.
But, it can’t be truly forgotten. To be truly forgotten would be as if it never happened. However, it cannot be treated as if it never happened, because it has shaped us for the rest of our lives. The hurt, the sadness, the loss, the grief, the anger – no – rage, the loneliness, the emptiness. And the scariest of them all, hopelessness.
I don’t know about you, but it was the hopelessness that threatened to pull me under more than any of the other emotions.
I was blown away by a quick look online for the definition of redeem. Want to see it?
There have been so many years of watching my four girls play dress up. Daughters transformed into princesses simply by putting on a discarded lacy slip or a costume. Tangled hair yanked into submission under the authority of a sparkling headband. A little bit of blush. A touch of lip gloss and let the twirling begin.
It didn't matter there was neither music nor prince. The girls would primp and dance and giggle all for the joy of simply being what they were – little girls playing dress up.
Tonight brought a different kind of dress up. This one was not pretend. One sister a bride.
My daughter, Steph, and I tackled a little project the other evening.
This is a great way to reuse baby food or other small jars and scrap wood.