new.

I used to love thrifting and going to garage sales.

My favorite store in Dallas was called Junkadoodle. Think vintage, funky finds meets flea market meets estate sale. Most of my pre-kid disposable income was spent there.

New to me. Trash to treasure.

There's something to finding something broken and making it new. Or better yet--transforming it into something you never knew it could be.

I have a friend who is living this--and I'm so inspired by her.

Like my last post on change, she is being forced to adapt to an extreme shift in her life. She just got divorced. She didn't see it coming. She didn't want it. And, it was totally not her fault.

Instead of becoming bitter and sullen and all that negative stuff, she is reinventing herself. Making something beautiful out of something very broken.

It's awesome to witness.

 

The year is still very new. I'm combing through what is broken, or dead, or dusty, or used in my life. What do I need to drop? What do I need to take on? What needs attention?

I read somewhere that if you write down your goals, plans and intentions--they are more likely to come to fruition . . . So, this is my offering.

 

Living in a world with three young boys--life moves pretty fast. For the last seven years, there's been little breathing room. I have gotten lost. Who I was, what I did, what I wanted to be. Now that they are getting older and slowly becoming more self-reliant and self-sufficient, I've noticed moments lately where I'm actually--dare I say BORED. Time to fill. But, with what?

Oh, my gosh! I have a moment! How should I fill it? Should I do chores? Should I relax? Should I do something I've been meaning to do for years and years? Read a book? Empty the dishwasher? Work on the baby books that have been sitting in the closet? Paint a picture? Clean out a closet? Go scoop poop in the yard? Write a blog post? Fold the laundry? Give myself a pedicure? Exercise? Have a snack? Floss my teeth? Read the Bible? Maybe I'll just take a gander at Facebook? Oh. Ah. Yeah, the moment is gone.

The realization is that the moments for JUST ME are happening more often and for longer periods of time. Usually. (I know I've just completely jinxed myself.)

I can't tell you how many times I've had an HOUR or more to myself and started hyperventilating trying to figure out what to do and get it all done in the allotted amount of time. . . . It's almost too stressful to HAVE time.

 

Knowing that this year has gifted me with a little more time, this is what I'm working on:

Washing my face on a regular basis.

I know, I know. Most of you are like, DUDE. Ew. That's gross. But, in the last seven years, I've barely worn makeup, (because who had the time?) much less washed my face at night. Unless I had on mascara, not washing my face allowed me to go to sleep 5 minutes early. And, trust me, once my littles are down for the count, I am too.

Doing more art.

I'm a former middle school art teacher. Doing art, just for the sake of doing it, just because it makes me happy--has been drowned out by lack of time and space and money. Having to work, having kids, having to do art for other people--it can suck out every ounce of creativity.

Reading books.

Sounds silly for someone who is WRITING. But, as a child I hated to read. Especially when there were no pictures, geez! I am almost too ADD for reading sometimes--still today. It's hard to slow my focus and read each word. I didn't learn to like reading until almost post-college. And then, having kids made the reading stop all together. I like to read at night before bed and you can't do that with an infant sleeping in the room. Plus, my husband knows that I am able to read exactly 1.5 pages before zzzzzzzzzzzzzz. . . .

Exercising and eating better.

I've been trying to this for God knows how long. Lack of money has been the major factor. Face it: healthier food costs more. It just does. And I'm feeding a whole house-load of picky boys. We had to cancel our membership at the YMCA for various reasons so, having time to workout UNINTERRUPTED BY LITTLE BOYS is hard. I've tried for almost a whole year--waking up at 4:30am to go walk/run the neighborhood in the dark alone just isn't all that appealing. So, I'm attempting to change the way I think about fitness and eating and instead of trying to make myself into something I'm just not, I'm trying to see what I can do to meet my fitness goals while being completely me, enhancing the good I already do. I'm trying to see my post-three-children-forty-something body in a new way too.

Be nicer to my husband.

I will fully admit it: my husband has received the bottom of my barrel (of monkeys.) For the past seven years it's been all about the kids, my job, the house, the laundry, the this, the that and whathaveyou. When I don't have a child pulling on my leg, I'm going to intentionally try to be with my husband when he is home. Sit near him. Talk to him. Hold his hand. Hug him. Let him know he's still really important to me. It's hard to ignore the circus, but I'm sure gonna try. (As I'm in the office typing this, the boys have turned on the vacuum cleaner and I'm hearing screams of delight and "Oh man! You have got to try this!" I'm scared to go see what they are doing.) (I'm not kidding.)

So. Amy, this is for you, my friend. Let's direct our attention to the already good things in us and make them better. Let's stretch ourselves and take some risks. Let's turn some trash into treasure!

Carpe Diem. Seize the day! Capture the moment. Seize it and make it yours. Make it count.

 

He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!” Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”  Revelation 21:5

“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.  Isaiah 43: 1, 18-19