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November 7, 2009
As I blow the dust off my blog and reacquaint myself with my Blogger dashboard, I reflect on my life as of late. It would be very easy for me to rant and whine here...but that is not what I want my blog to become. So, I've been silent. I've been mothering my babies, problem-solving, and working my tail off. I've been turning over new leaves and looking into the future with fear-tinged hope. I've been reflecting on what is important in life, much like my fellow blogger and Tweep, Jenn.
Like many families recently, Jenn's family has been making changes. So has mine. Sometimes, life blows up in your face, you know? So, what do you do about it? The way I see it, like anything in life, you have two things to do: (1) deal with it, and (2) move on. I try not to get mad in life. I'm learning as I age that anger really doesn't do much for me....or you....or anyone. This is not to say, though, that if you hurt my baby or my doggie that I won't go all raging maniacal mother hen on you. Because I will. Hide and watch. But,what anger does do is waste energy and bring pain and suffering, mostly to the bearer. But that' s another post...
So, while FireDaddy and I try to catch up financially, and I try to get caught up mentally, and my girls try to get caught up physically (they've both been sick), and we as a family try to get caught up with our priorities, we're making changes. We're eating at home. We're playing in our yard and our park. We're using Netflix every week. And, I'm avoiding Target like the plague.
The holidays are quickly approaching, though. And the money just isn't going to be there. So, we're getting creative.
Yesterday, my girls and I spent the entire morning making Christmas cards. And, quite frankly, I think they're the best ever. They aren't finished yet (typical Mommy - I forgot some supplies at school), but I love them. No two are alike and many were made by the innocent hands of my babies. Even many of the ones from my hands alone, though, have a special meaning.
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Since that weekend, I've been busy stitching and gluing and clipping Joann's and Michael's coupons like a mad woman. As with most things in my life, it's become a bit of an obsession. Etsy is an evil, evil place. ;) Its creativity haunts my mind and compels me to do, make, sew, create.
Have you ever realized that you - who you are - is really a lot of people rolled into one? There's the Main You - the one you take to work and the grocery store on a day-to-day basis, but there's also the Little You from your childhood that wants your mama when you're sick and misses home at the holidays. Inside ourselves, though, we all carry a rainbow of other "selves". I, for instance, have the Fashion Designer - a former fashion major who cringes at wearing the same outfit twice. The Interior Decorator who aspires to possess and wield my grandmother's flare for bold, courageous design, tempered by my mother's eye for designing with function, practicality and mass appeal in mind. The Starlette, who dreams still of soaking up the hot lights of the stage "when I grow up". The Girlie Girl, who looks forward to playing dress-up and turning cartwheels in the backyard with my girls. I love sharing my inner Auntie Mame each year as I dawn my glorious, glamorous black and white large-brimmed hat to watch the derbies in my den. And, of course, you know there's more...the Writer, the Artist, the Activist and Advocate. I am a Southern Belle, a Baby Mommy, and a Clutz.
The bottom line is, I guess my Blogger has taken a step to the side to allow my other selves a chance to see the light of day for a while. And it's been kind of nice. But, she's still here...and so am I.
Since that weekend, I've been busy stitching and gluing and clipping Joann's and Michael's coupons like a mad woman. As with most things in my life, it's become a bit of an obsession. Etsy is an evil, evil place. ;) Its creativity haunts my mind and compels me to do, make, sew, create.
Have you ever realized that you - who you are - is really a lot of people rolled into one? There's the Main You - the one you take to work and the grocery store on a day-to-day basis, but there's also the Little You from your childhood that wants your mama when you're sick and misses home at the holidays. Inside ourselves, though, we all carry a rainbow of other "selves". I, for instance, have the Fashion Designer - a former fashion major who cringes at wearing the same outfit twice. The Interior Decorator who aspires to possess and wield my grandmother's flare for bold, courageous design, tempered by my mother's eye for designing with function, practicality and mass appeal in mind. The Starlette, who dreams still of soaking up the hot lights of the stage "when I grow up". The Girlie Girl, who looks forward to playing dress-up and turning cartwheels in the backyard with my girls. I love sharing my inner Auntie Mame each year as I dawn my glorious, glamorous black and white large-brimmed hat to watch the derbies in my den. And, of course, you know there's more...the Writer, the Artist, the Activist and Advocate. I am a Southern Belle, a Baby Mommy, and a Clutz.
The bottom line is, I guess my Blogger has taken a step to the side to allow my other selves a chance to see the light of day for a while. And it's been kind of nice. But, she's still here...and so am I.
Dusty fingers my butt. I love this post, Jenny! It's so true - we're so many people wrapped into one. I'm glad that your other selves let your bloggy self come play today. We've missed her! *hugs*
ReplyDeletePS. I know you can't post pics b/c gift receivers stalk your blog, but please post after the holidays so we can all ooh and aah. :)