I have been feeling the gap of late. The gap between who I am, and who I want to be. The gap between what I know and what I need to know. There is a steep learning curve and I am right at the bottom of it.
I am in a season of stretch. I am in a season of great exponential growth.
I have a deep sense of my inadequacy, my shortfall, and what I lack. I feel unprepared to tackle the season ahead.
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In praise of this ordinary day.
This day where you stumble bleary-eyed
into the shower.
This day where you make lunches
and defuse arguments
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Today we reach the end of Present over Perfect and our book club. It would be tempting to say that we have arrived.
And yet, if there is something this book has reinforced for me over and over, it is that life is a journey. We never actually arrive. Continue reading “Present over Perfect book club: embrace the journey”
I have discovered a wonderful technique for dealing with the overwhelm of daily life. And that is asking the question ‘What’s on top?’
What is the first thing that comes to mind that is annoying you, or you just can’t shake that you need to do?
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I don’t really feel the year has started properly until school kicks in … any one else like me?
So I am looking forward to school starting again next week and the return to routine.
But I am also going to be a little sad. We have 18 summers with our kids before they are adults and I want to soak up every day of each one.
Does that mean that it has all been sweetness and light over here? You have to be kidding me! But I have done some things that have kept me (and the girls) sane this holidays.
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I remind my girls to use their manners. I remind them to empty the sand from their shoes before they enter the house. I remind them to pick up their clothes, and talk kindly, and to walk in the house, and … the list goes on.
I finally understand what my mother meant when she said she felt like a stuck record.
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