Moving the ball forward today. There’s a new rally phrase I’ve been chanting to myself for a couple of weeks and it’s “Bias for action” and even if it’s just an inch in the right direction, that’s a start.
“Bias for action?”
I’ve got the lock on nerd, people.
1. The kids are excited about high school, so I need to be as well. This anxiety is mine, not theirs, and they don’t need to catch a case of the heebie-jeebies from me. They can, however, absorb confidence.
Fake it ’til we make it.
2. The church serves God’s purposes and not mine. If my heart’s desire is to see Him glorified, He will take care of all I need and all I lack.
3. Water, vegetables, and occasionally walking around the block will make me feel better.
AND SO WILL CHUY’S QUESO.
Sorry, it had to be said.
4. Instead of looking at what hasn’t been accomplished by this stage in life, focus on the growth that has occurred. I’m getting better at managing conflict, at speaking up when something needs to be said, and sewing straight lines.
New quilting project on the brain. If all these seams match up, it’ll be a miracle.
5. Freedom to be myself means freedom to adhere to what, when, and how I want to write. My feelings were hurt several months ago when someone said the blog used to be funnier and I’ve sat on those words for a while, figuring out why they cut to the quick. At first I was sad because I’m a pleaser and I want everyone around me to be happy. I want you, the reader, to love coming here and if you don’t know me in real life, to feel like we could be friends. Yes, I can be funny (laughter is my love language) and most every day you will see a genuine smile on my face and joy in my heart. But when I started this blog project on a whim five years ago, my kids were 10 and in the big middle of providing daily doses of blog fodder doing silly things little boys do. Now they’re 15 and while there’s still plenty of fodder, I can’t write it all down because it can be hurtful, painful, NORMAL, and not at all for public consumption.
So I choose authentic.
Some days that will look funny. Other days it won’t. And if I don’t write for a while, chances are the often serious, thinky, drawn-to-order, must-have-life-in-neat-organized-categories side of me needs to sort things out quietly and internally. And if there’s occasionally something angsty in this space, it’s probably because this visual learner is just trying to make the swirling thoughts static for a second to make sense of it all.
There’s value in being quiet and equal value in speaking out loud.
I am what I am.
6. And to end on a high note (AND LET’S NOT TWITCH THAT THE LIST DOESN’T STOP AT FIVE), proving that opposites attract, here’s a picture from last night of Tommy and his best friend after they played their final middle school band concert.
Onward and, hopefully, not too much more upward, at least for the kid on the right.
Have a nice day.