Or maybe Yuck.
One word to describe the way I feel physically and emotionally.
I’m still tired and coughing. It doesn’t help that the weather is changing every hour.
Hot enough to wear a t-shirt and shorts going barefoot one day.
Then a t-shirt, flannel shirt, sweater, jeans and socks the next.
Can’t the temperature be relatively the same for at least two days in a row.
Cedar and mold and dust…all at the same time!
We’re all carrying rolls of toilet paper around. I’m too cheap to buy Kleenex. I’m very into multi-purpose home supplies right now.
The studio has stayed clean. I know it’s been less than twenty-four hours, but I’m going to cheer myself on with a win anyway. I was able to find everything I needed for my art class today without rummaging through piles of stuff. That felt good.
This second class that I’m teaching is older kiddos…junior high and high school. I’m really enjoying it, but they are all super-talented. A couple are more naturally talented than I am. At least I have more experience than they do. It’s going to be challenging to keep up with them!
Today on the home-front we sorted through wedding stuff and got a lot of it boxed up into some sort of order. New lists and more lists – things we forgot and things we didn’t think of. I think it’s going okay (except when I start panicking and lose it!).
The bridal shower is tomorrow and guess who forgot to get a gift.
Then we just have two more weeks until the big day!
I’ve made a decision to leave Facebook for a while. I just can’t deal with the drama, the arguments, the name-calling and the total suspension of respect for differing opinions.
If you read my posts as they are shared on Facebook, you can continue to do so. I will not be getting notifications of comments or “likes” however. To stay in communication, you will need to log on to faithacrestudio.com and “follow” me here.
This was not an easy decision. I’ve “unfriended” a lot of folks that just couldn’t let up with the continually negative posting. I kept thinking people could or would calm down and relax a little. That maybe we could start sharing our daily lives again and keep in touch about the little stuff – the little stuff matters too.
We can’t live in a constant state of fear, panic and readiness to battle every anticipated tragedy. I know this because I’ve been doing it since childhood and my body is worn out. I’ve shared this before. For my health and sanity, I just refuse to do it anymore. I’m bowing out of the front lines.
When you wake up every morning looking for the next horrible thing that has happened, or more likely the next horrible tragedy that hasn’t happened yet, you miss out on the simple beauty of the everyday. We see what we are looking for. I am choosing to look for hope and joy.
I’ll still be here…sharing my stories and my moments.
Our stories and sharing are what is most important right now.
The goodness is still present.
There is still hope.
The steps we take in our daily lives will always have more of an impact on the world than any march.
Little things matter.
Our love matters.
Never stop believing that.