If you remember a few weeks ago I posted about my struggles with trying to play the ukulele. I promised to stick it out for the whole six week course and tonight was the last night of the 101 class that I was able to take. Spoiler alert: I don’t hate it and I haven’t cried about it in a couple weeks.
Yesterday (Sunday) was a particularly interesting “Spring” day and I over planned it only to be paying for it today. Since the Mr. has been working on Sundays I’ve been going to the grocery store before church (roughly 8am) because it’s way less crowded and it gives the Munchkin and I something to do other than be sloth-like and have the TV on in the morning.
If you’ve done the math I’ll be 3 years postpartum in March of this year. While many women struggle to get their “pre-baby” body back or back into regular clothes as soon as possible I have relished maternity clothes and am in fact still wearing quite a few of them. I have a couple reasons for this so hear me out….
To piggy back on the “I’m a failure” post I thought I would talk about a phrase that has helped me really over come my need for doing it all and doing it all well.
NaNoWriMo….WTF? What have I decided to do? Why did I put this on my plate for the month of November leading into the holiday season. Did I think I’d have nothing better to do than sit around and write an NOVEL (approximate 50,000 words or almost 1,700 words a day) in the course of the month. Because I’ve been so good about doing my creative pursuits that I thought it would be a brilliant idea to add another one….this all makes complete sense. If I could just do the biggest facepalm right now I would. Why on earth have I done something like this to myself? Why am I taking this on?
The fall is one of my favorite times of the year. Not only is it starting to get cooler out (usually) and the leaves are changing making the colors here in my neck of the woods beautiful but it’s the season that really makes me think about family and spending time with them. Up until a few years ago, that just meant having adults to spend that time with but as I watch the munchkin grow, this season takes on a whole new meaning for me.
(It wasn’t THAT cold but she did want to wear her hat and gloves to the pumpkin patch)
As an adult, woman, person, teacher, and parent I have had some terrible ideas and some amazing ideas, some things that have worked, some that have bombed terribly and some that are both good and bad ideas all at the same time. The indoor sandbox has become one of those ideas.
This isn’t going to be a “traditional” things I like kind of post because I’ve been doing some soul searching about my hobbies and realized that my hobby was/is socializing. While I’m always good for a night here or there of relaxation and vegetation I much prefer to get my fill by being around people. This new phase of my life, parenthood, which will never end at this point has gotten me to think about how I spend my time. As an adult you do not have infinite resources but as a parent you have even less and when you have your priorities out of whack then your actions and your life are at odds resulting in something uncomfortable or wishing it was different.
I used to write a lot when I was a kid back when I had more time. I used to write poetry, short stories, journals…etc. You name it I would write but as time has gone on my writing has tapered off. Hence one of the reasons I started this blog. I loved to write as a kid but as an adult I never really found the time. As an adult there always seems to be more “worthy” or more “productive” and “responsible” pursuits that take away from the things we really enjoyed as children but almost any life coach would tell you to think of what brought you joy as a kid and that’s what you should incorporate into your adult life. So here is mine….