A Little Thing like new clothes can make a girl feel fantastic. If those new clothes come from your favorite store, the one you have avoided shopping at for FIVE YEARS because you wanted desperately to enjoy the shopping experience; to have the clothes fit and look good, to not cry in the dressing room and more than anything, to look in the mirror and see YOU looking back …. it becomes monumental.
After five years, I am comfortable with my body again. I’m not perfect, but I’m good. Many thanks to SuperDad who took me shopping this weekend because “it is time”.Read More
I’ve watched everyone announce their New Year’s goals or resolutions. Such enthusiasm to start fresh, to have a new focus. My friend Kristen picks a word for each year and tries to make that her focus, an action to incorporate into her daily life. I love this idea…I watched her do it last year with her Happiness Project and was both happy and impressed.
Other friends are laying out business plans, publishing books, losing weight….the adventures go on and on. I’m feeling lucky to climb out of bed these days.
I’ve got a lot on my mind, a relatively heavy heart. This year will bring many challenges for me as an individual, as a mom, as a wife. I’m not feeling terribly prepared.
I AM feeling sorry for myself.
Time to pick myself up and carry on.
Yesterday I finally felt like getting my act together. After weeks of illness and feeling like crud…I could see a little light at the end of the tunnel. I chose to do ONE thing: I cleaned the living room floor.
That sounds so silly; but ever since Christmas our living room has been transformed into the toy room: Legos everywhere, half colored pictures, colored pencils, whoopee cushions (thank you Uncle Matt), puzzle pieces, crayons….the list goes on. When I got the flu I set up their craft table in the middle of the living room so I could just lay on the couch as much as possible and still
keep them alive be able to claim “supervision and enrichment”.
So yesterday I cleaned it all up and vacuumed. The overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude made a world of difference on this “poor me” attitude I’ve been sporting. Then it occurred to me: it really IS the little things that add up and make a difference. I need to recognize them and give myself a break.
So here it is, my project for the new year:
I’m going to attempt to catch a picture each day of something I’m proud of accomplishing. Just one thing to remind myself that I DID get something done. It doesn’t have to be huge but I’m hoping this transforms into me getting the things done that I’ve been putting off….the proverbial “to do list”. Some positive attention on accomplishments should work to turn my negativity around a little bit, and it might snowball and become encouraging, too! It doesn’t have to be a fancy-schmancy picture…it might just be Instagram (which is pretty cool, too)…. or just my little ol’ iPhone.
So here it is: I’m pretty darn happy that I can see across my living room floor…..I’ve wanted this done for DAYS and DAYS…and now it is.
I got something done today; it’s the little things that make a difference.