Why think when you can speak
Life has felt a bit like a quiet turmoil. My thoughts have been buzzing like bees and none of them are good, but I press on. I tell myself if I wait another day, the noise will subside and I will have my peace back. It's been more days than I've bothered to count.
In an effort to not dwell on the mental upheaval, I've been putting extra effort in adding positivity to the lives of the people that I care about. I'm still tempted to pull in to myself and ignore them, but I'm aware that if I don't make the attempt then I might actually fade.
This isn't about that.
I've been reading, again, which has been lovely. I drop myself in the middle of the stories and live there for a few hours. On Pom's suggestion, I read The Night Circus. I highly recommend the book. It was trans-formative. I could live there; I wanted to live there. If you have trouble balancing your reading and your responsibilities, you should avoid this book. Ha.
After reading that, I picked up The Help, like a lemming. It was almost as if I could hear Oprah telling me to read it. (Did she? I don't know. I don't watch anything "Oprah.") The Help was less moving to me, but I still enjoyed it. Wait, did I just admit that the plight of civil rights in the South was less moving than a book about a magical circus? Sigh.... I just meant that I didn't feel compelled to live between the pages. Frankly, the descriptions of the things the various maids were responsible for on a daily basis made me feel infinitely lazy and it jump-started my already borderline OCD behavior. I spent the next week criticizing my house, my cleanliness and my inability to suffer silently and with dignity. The end result is that I have added more chores to my personal daily requirement, removing a substantial portion of my personal down time.
I've also falling victim to a love/hate relationship with Pinterest. There's a large part of me that wallows in envy and insecurity when I'm on that site, but it's also opened my eyes to the creativity and insight of a lot of women in my life. Happily I'm learning very positive, creative sides of people and I truly value that.
Of course, I'm still stupid enamored with my daughter. She's come so far. I'm privileged to find her challenging, charming and intelligent. Every day I marvel at some new skill that she's developed. Sure, there's that moment when I freak out because, seriously, she's learning so quickly, but it passes and I glow like the Proud Mama I am.
In an effort to not dwell on the mental upheaval, I've been putting extra effort in adding positivity to the lives of the people that I care about. I'm still tempted to pull in to myself and ignore them, but I'm aware that if I don't make the attempt then I might actually fade.
This isn't about that.
I've been reading, again, which has been lovely. I drop myself in the middle of the stories and live there for a few hours. On Pom's suggestion, I read The Night Circus. I highly recommend the book. It was trans-formative. I could live there; I wanted to live there. If you have trouble balancing your reading and your responsibilities, you should avoid this book. Ha.
After reading that, I picked up The Help, like a lemming. It was almost as if I could hear Oprah telling me to read it. (Did she? I don't know. I don't watch anything "Oprah.") The Help was less moving to me, but I still enjoyed it. Wait, did I just admit that the plight of civil rights in the South was less moving than a book about a magical circus? Sigh.... I just meant that I didn't feel compelled to live between the pages. Frankly, the descriptions of the things the various maids were responsible for on a daily basis made me feel infinitely lazy and it jump-started my already borderline OCD behavior. I spent the next week criticizing my house, my cleanliness and my inability to suffer silently and with dignity. The end result is that I have added more chores to my personal daily requirement, removing a substantial portion of my personal down time.
I've also falling victim to a love/hate relationship with Pinterest. There's a large part of me that wallows in envy and insecurity when I'm on that site, but it's also opened my eyes to the creativity and insight of a lot of women in my life. Happily I'm learning very positive, creative sides of people and I truly value that.
Of course, I'm still stupid enamored with my daughter. She's come so far. I'm privileged to find her challenging, charming and intelligent. Every day I marvel at some new skill that she's developed. Sure, there's that moment when I freak out because, seriously, she's learning so quickly, but it passes and I glow like the Proud Mama I am.
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