I've been 'off of my game' since the weekend of Thanksgiving.
Rewind to the Granny's memorial service which was held the Saturday after Thanksgiving. We welcomed family to town, and enjoyed meeting a few new faces.
I was asked to read part of my previous blog post at the service. (and since I'm terrified of public speaking... it went as expected.... shaky voice and all... ) I was honored to share my memories of Granny. And the memorial was very nice. I think Granny would have been pleased.
The boys and I were thrilled to spend some time with Thad that Sunday. We finally hiked Devil's Marble yard. Well.... technically.... I hiked to Devil's Marble yard and then the boys and Thad proceeded to climb all of those scary boulders. I apparently have maintained my fear of climbing and my fear of falling. I was content to sit on a boulder while the boys explored. (I swear that I heard the cry of a Sasquatch while I was hanging out, but no one believed me).
Anywho.
Dark and early on Monday morning I took Thad to the airport and then proceeded to move out of the house.
Rewind to the Granny's memorial service which was held the Saturday after Thanksgiving. We welcomed family to town, and enjoyed meeting a few new faces.
I was asked to read part of my previous blog post at the service. (and since I'm terrified of public speaking... it went as expected.... shaky voice and all... ) I was honored to share my memories of Granny. And the memorial was very nice. I think Granny would have been pleased.
The boys and I were thrilled to spend some time with Thad that Sunday. We finally hiked Devil's Marble yard. Well.... technically.... I hiked to Devil's Marble yard and then the boys and Thad proceeded to climb all of those scary boulders. I apparently have maintained my fear of climbing and my fear of falling. I was content to sit on a boulder while the boys explored. (I swear that I heard the cry of a Sasquatch while I was hanging out, but no one believed me).
Anywho.
Dark and early on Monday morning I took Thad to the airport and then proceeded to move out of the house.
My contractor came to demo both of my bathrooms.
I had been planning the bathroom renovation and was excited to get 'em done!
The "7-10" day project didn't go quite as planned. I am beyond grateful to my parents who let us stay with them for the majority of a month! That is a BIG deal! Soooo thankful!!
During the extended stay, I realized that I was getting stressed out about things beyond my control. The tiny details of the bathrooms started to grate at me. I made realizations that I would do things diffferently if I had to do it again.
The "7-10" day project didn't go quite as planned. I am beyond grateful to my parents who let us stay with them for the majority of a month! That is a BIG deal! Soooo thankful!!
During the extended stay, I realized that I was getting stressed out about things beyond my control. The tiny details of the bathrooms started to grate at me. I made realizations that I would do things diffferently if I had to do it again.
And at the same time I would tell myself that this is SO much a "first world problem". How dare I freak out about getting new bathrooms?! How shallow and pathetic. How many people have the luxury to get new bathrooms? Reality check, Jill!
I was also freaking out about getting the bathrooms done in time to host two parties on December 20th. I was freaking out about having to clean the construction dust, paint, clean, AND decorate for Christmas. My whole month felt like it was spinning out of control.
Then.... my friend posted a very convincing facebook post that reminded me about Christmas. The real reason. Jesus.
Slow down. Stop freaking out.
In one of my moments of reflection I thought about how Mary, the mother of Jesus, was away from home when she had a baby! Talk about confusion and stress. I can imagine that poor girl was 'off her game' when Jesus was born.... being away from home and dealing with labor and a newborn. whew!
(and then a part of me gets jealous that she had Joseph to help her. lucky her.)
The thing is.... as soon as Jesus arrived the earth sighed and Mary's perspective shifted. That baby, Jesus, became the main focus of her life and nothing else mattered.
That's what I tell myself. "Jesus... top priority."
And yet, today, I found myself getting panicky about shower heads. Seriously. crazy. get a grip.
I was also freaking out about getting the bathrooms done in time to host two parties on December 20th. I was freaking out about having to clean the construction dust, paint, clean, AND decorate for Christmas. My whole month felt like it was spinning out of control.
Then.... my friend posted a very convincing facebook post that reminded me about Christmas. The real reason. Jesus.
Slow down. Stop freaking out.
In one of my moments of reflection I thought about how Mary, the mother of Jesus, was away from home when she had a baby! Talk about confusion and stress. I can imagine that poor girl was 'off her game' when Jesus was born.... being away from home and dealing with labor and a newborn. whew!
(and then a part of me gets jealous that she had Joseph to help her. lucky her.)
The thing is.... as soon as Jesus arrived the earth sighed and Mary's perspective shifted. That baby, Jesus, became the main focus of her life and nothing else mattered.
That's what I tell myself. "Jesus... top priority."
And yet, today, I found myself getting panicky about shower heads. Seriously. crazy. get a grip.
Tomorrow is a new day.
I'm slowly getting back in my game. It's been nice settling in at home and I'm officially beginning my Christmas vacation from work.... so it's all good.
Merry Christmas!
I'm slowly getting back in my game. It's been nice settling in at home and I'm officially beginning my Christmas vacation from work.... so it's all good.
Merry Christmas!
