Monday priority

Happy Monday!!!!

I know it’s Monday, and thinking is hard enough on regular days, but I’ve got a question.

What is one thing you REALLY should prioritise, because it feeds your soul, but you just never DO prioritise??

May I challenge you to fit it in?

 

To ditch something that drains you, or even just something that doesn’t feed you, and instead invest that time into making the week better?

I’d love to hear what you decide to do!

 

Me?

I’m going to make time for the morning stretching routine that ALWAYS eases my pain, improves my energy and outlook, and makes it much easier to get the rest of the day’s tasks accomplished.

I can do this in 7 minutes! SEVEN! 

Really do it up right in 16.

Heck, it even feels good!

Why on earth do I push it off day after day? I have no idea.

 

So, I’m recommitting that 7-16 minutes a day to improving my WHOLE day. My whole week. Keep me accountable! ūüôā

 

 

Be well. 

Checking in

Howdy all!

I hope this week has been treating you well!

I’m well, but as you can see, I’ve not spent much of this week writing.

I have much write ABOUT, but that, alas, is a result of frittering away my time:

  • unloading U-Boxes
  • unpacking regular boxes
  • figuring out where to put stuff
  • relentlessly dogging various and sundry vendors who owe me money ¬†– have you ever noticed it takes 30 seconds to process your payment but closer to¬†30 years to process your refund?
  • figuring out where to put stuff
  • arranging furniture
  • figuring out where to put stuff
  • rearranging furniture
  • figuring out where to put stuff
  • re-rearranging furniture
  • figuring out where to put stuff
  • modifying my dryer to work in this house (for me this is MAJOR construction!)
  • putting my bed together
  • taking my bed apart
  • putting my bed together again (sigh…)
  • figuring out where to put stuff

Not to mention the usual stuff of life. 

Have I mentioned my passionate recommitment to simplifying?? ūüėČ

So, more later, and

Be well. 

Monday reminder: LOVE WINS

Happy Monday!!

I hope you all are well!

 

I’ve been looking through the political news again. This is not good for my health, my outlook, OR my attitude toward getting out of bed on Monday! ¬†ūüôā

But thankfully, many, many things cropped up to remind me that this current season is not the norm.

And it won’t last for forever.

But love will.

 

Love wins.

 

 

Be well. 

Happy Father’s Day!

To every man who contributes to the lives and development of children –

whether his own, or born to others,

 

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY

 

and

THANK YOU!!!

 

Your influence matters.

 

 

You make a difference in who we turn out to be.

 

 

 

 

Be well. 

The good, the bad, and the ugly: House Move 2017

Being constantly bruised, scraped, sore, dirty, and exhausted begins to lose its appeal.

Not being able to locate anything when I need it isn’t as much fun anymore either.

Did I really do this voluntarily?!?! I must be even crazier than I realised.

Okay, no. The location was optional:

Tuesday’s forecast:

  • Place I grew up: 118 (48 C)
  • Place I just moved from: 104
  • HERE: 69 lovely degrees, and cloudy!

but actually moving was not.

And, for the most part, this move has been less horrible than previous moves. (Of course, since my last two moves surrounded a major health and life crisis, it might be hard to top those for basic suckiness.)

Anyway, lessons from this predicament season:

Container moving for the win!

For me, when at all possible, using something like U-BOXES is the way to move. The stress of having to get so much done in a short time when moving myself by truck just isn’t a good match for my health. And piloting a truck as big as a house along¬†narrow, twisty roads, ups that stress enormously!

Professional moving costs a FORTUNE, which I don’t have, and curiously, for me it is equally stressful! With the exception of the narrow, twisty roads, of course.¬†I still feel that time pressure, and I just don’t like having a bunch of strangers man-handling my stuff.

Because I’m a on strict budget right now, I had to do a lot of math for this move, but really, the U-Boxes are near enough in cost to the truck, with far less stress.

Pushing, and respecting, limits.

This will be surprising for absolutely no one, but moving, a job search, trying to build a business, and an autoimmune disorder, are not a recipe for efficiency.

So right now I’m learning to just put one foot in front of the other. To say “You know you just can’t do that really well right now, so look for what you can do, and just do it.” It’s been good.

Now, there are definitely times where even putting one foot in front of the other can’t go on. I respect that.

And I’m once again learning that I need to anticipate those moments when I simply can’t keep at it, and I have to rest. Doesn’t matter what ‘should’ be, I have to live what IS.

Sometimes you have to stop to move forward

Last Monday I spent nearly 100% of my very precious ‘moving’ time (yes, right now my waking hours are very carefully allotted) putting up shelves and setting books on them. This seemed like the most ridiculous waste of time.

There are five U-Boxes to be unloaded!

There are 1,000 things to do! All important!

I HAVE NO BED, for goodness sake!!

But I kept at it. And you know what, when the shelves were up, and the books were on them, I was able to clear a huge space in my basement so that the next day my ‘moving’ hours were vastly more efficient. I got two U-Boxes unloaded, except for the appliances!

Later that week, I spent my moving time organising the kitchen.

Definitely not the most critical or time-sensitive task on my list! And I admit I mainly did it because I was staggering with fatigue and carrying heavy boxes up stairs no longer seemed wise.

But when it was done, my paths were more clear, so subsequent moving went faster, and I could find things that I needed, so making meals became a lot more practical!

Sometimes going with your gut IS right!

Not always, which is the overthinker’s living nightmare.

One of my greatest fears is being one of those ‘the grass is always greener’ folks. Blech! I don’t want to be discontented and unwilling to shape my life. I don’t want to be a whiner, or, worse yet, always chasing something new because I’m unwilling to do the hard work of changing me.

So, I’ve had many moments of

What if it really IS just me?

I should be able to be equally content anywhere!

(Even, I am ashamed to say,) But other people are perfectly happy here!

 

Because I do believe that we forge a great deal of our own contentment through our attitudes. I know from experience that almost anything can be made MORE tolerable with the right attitude.

But MORE tolerable is not the same as appropriate. It isn’t thriving.

I truly tried to be as content as I could in California’s sun, and heat – which many people love. And traffic, and pace. And cost of living. And noise.

And I had a pretty good life there.

But here I don’t have to work extremely hard every day to be ‘pretty much okay’. I don’t consider ‘Actually, it wasn’t that bad!’ to be the description of a really good day.

I AM¬†healthier here. Even though I’m tired, even though I can’t wait for this moving and settling to be over. Even though my house is in chaos, and I don’t know what the future holds.

Even when I am sick, as odd as that may sound. Because, so far, here I am just sick. Not sick + struggling to survive the day. Sick + more and more mental. Sick + I can’t really remember what peace feels like.

Every once in awhile, I even toy with the idea that maybe I COULD THRIVE again someday.

So, I’m not sure how you know when a change is a true need, rather than something you just need to address in yourself.

I just know that sometimes change is a real need, and making the change makes a clear difference. And it’s good.¬†

 

Be well. 

Chick Flick Monday

      

HAPPY MONDAY!!

I hope everyone is well today!

I try to keep this blog as unisex as possible. I want anyone who happens by to feel welcome here. But this week I ran into a Halestorm song that I had never heard, and thought,

I KNOW some ladies out there need to hear this!¬Ļ¬†

 

I was blessed to have this message be part of my early life, but I know that not everyone was; and I know that even I can forget.

So, welcome to our first ever Chick Flick Monday.

 

These are words
That every girl should have a chance to hear
There will be love
There will be pain
There will be hope
There will be fear
And through it all year after year
Stand or fall I will be right here
For you

Dear daughter
I was just like you
And just like me
You’re gonna make it through

 

 

Be well. 

 

And if you are a guy, just feel perfectly free to adapt that message to your gender! If I find a dude version of this sentiment I’ll definitely post that too.

Just a quick note

Howdy all!

How is everyone?

 

Me? I’m all right, though this unpacking / getting organised thing is SLOW GOING.

How is it that it takes three hours to clear an area, but 15 minutes of bringing in the next load and it again looks like a tornado touched down in here?!?

 

Still, I’m managing a few moments here and there to relish the weather¬Ļ,

maintain a healthy diet,

and get plenty of fresh air and exercise.

 

So, a short note this week, as I’m busily attempting to conquer the unpacking before it conquers me (odds are about even right now).

I hope you all have an excellent week, and would love to hear what YOU are up to!

 

 

Be well. 

 

¬Ļ The weather actually IS gorgeous, and I am loving every minute of it!

(When I can stay awake long enough after the work and moving are done!)

Waiting

Image: cobblestone path

Happy Monday!

I hope everyone is well this week!

In talking to friends and reading the news lately, I keep seeing the strain, sometimes the pain, of waiting. Waiting through a dry season before moving forward, waiting through consequences to heal, waiting for the test results, waiting for hopes and dreams to become reality.

Some of us are waiting through small pauses and some through huge crises.

Any of us can get discouraged in the waiting though, you know?

So, I thought it was time for a bit of encouragement.

This is for those who wait.

 

 

 

Be well. 

City Girl in the Country, Book 1

Photo of a large tree on the bank of a still lake or pond

Toto darlin’, we are NOT in the capital city anymore!

  • Population of the Sacramento Metropolitan area from whence I came: around 2¬Ĺ million.
  • Drive time from my house there to the nearest interstate highway: 10 minutes, give or take.
  • Distance to the nearest Trader Joes: 2 miles.

Population of my new abode? Not quite 4000. Drive time to the nearest Interstate? About an hour.

To the nearest Trader Joes? About 2¬Ĺ hours!

It is illegal to pump your own fuel here, but burning trash in your yard is no problem.

So yes, this will involve some adjustment.

Driving toward the little bridge to the west of town, I noticed an assortment of rubbish floating on the collected rainwater.

Then I got closer: Ducks, Kat. Not rubbish: DUCKS! Despite the odd relationship my old town had with poultry, you just didn’t get THAT every day!

There is also a small crew of seagulls who assist at our local dump, sorting through the trash for any edible tidbits that missed being composted.

THEN there was my trip to DMV!

Have you EVER walked into a DMV office and not stood in line? If so, I assume you live in near me. I had never once had that experience until this week.

In fact, I haven’t stood in a line except at the grocery store since I arrived here! Nor, for that matter, sat in much traffic. It takes getting used to.

There are a lot of things we don’t have here.

It’s part of living in a small town.

But we have a hardware store that stocks nearly every genre of merchandise I am capable of imagining. Home Depot doesn’t hold a candle to this place.

And anything the hardware store might lack, the grocery store in the next town over has completely covered.

I asked at the library if anyone knew where I could rent a goat – and would you believe they actually had suggestions?!? (Since my lawn tools are finally arriving today, I did not end up renting the goat.)

Some of the adjustments, of course, are due not to the size of the town, but to the state it is in.

As I mentioned, in Oregon it is illegal to pump your own fuel.

I can see this quickly becoming habit forming!¬†At first, I worried that it would bother me. Now I wonder¬†if I’ll have to stay here forever just so I don’t have to give it up!

And while the main street of my town is perhaps three miles long, it boasts three coffee houses along its course (well, two coffee houses and one coffee boat, actually). And not one of them a chain store. I love that.

My route to the county dump is a Pacific Coast Highway Scenic Byway!

Then, of course, there’s the WEATHER.¬†

Just thinking about it makes my vampiric little heart glow with joy.

It is JUNE, and today the high was 64, with gorgeous clouds covering the entire sky!¬†People keep asking me what brought me here and most of them blink and look slightly lost when I answer ‘The weather.’

But I am slowly finding my kindred spirits.

The cashier at the grocers and I had this exchange, then both looked out, doe-eyed and dreamy, at the threatening¬†grey sky, while she responded ‘Ah, yes. It is beautiful here.”

Not all small towns have a strong community feel. But this one does.

This is the first place that I have ever encountered a public library which has more volunteers than it can use!

At the dump, you sort out your bottles that can be exchanged for a deposit refund, and the dump donates those to a local charity that serves people with disabilities.

The second day I was here I saw a sign in a parking lot that said ‘You matter’. The kind of thing you’d expect at a church, right? Or maybe a high school? This one was in front of the hardware store.

Undoubtedly we have our share of jerks here, but¬†everyone I’ve met so far has been really nice. Nice in a way I remember from childhood¬†but had forgotten.

I imagine a move like this one isn’t everyone’s idea of a step toward abundance.

So far, for me, it is.

 

 

Be well.