I came across this quote about a year ago and I reflect on it often. I do tend to dwell in one room most of the day. When I was more active with writing, I was pacing back and forth in the mental and the emotional rooms. Lately, though, I have been spending most of my time in the physical.
I have started working out daily. I’m also exhausted from taking care of the baby and my toddler. Working out has done a lot to make me feel better about my post-partum body but I do find that I miss walking through the other rooms: the mental, emotional, and the spiritual.
We need balance in our lives, but how do you find your equilibrium when most often we are pulled in one direction?
Which room have you been standing in when you look out the window?
Quote found here.
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Last week our family visited a local pumpkin patch. I’m amazed at how much there is to do at a pumpkin patch now. I remember going as a kid and there were normally animals and pumpkins and that was about it. Now there are slides, and duck races (rubber AND real ducks)! The corn mazes are huge and elaborate. Some scary, some educational. There are corn kernel pits and blow up jump toys. It’s wonderful that people have made pumpkin patches so trendy, they are the greatest thing to happen for local farmers since the novelty of Christmas tree farms.
Here are some pictures from our pumpkin patch adventure this year. Miles and I took turns with the camera so these pictures are a mix of our varying talent.
Happy Friday everyone.
When I was five years old, I told people I was going to be a veterinarian, nurse, teacher, marine biologist, etc…
Little did I know that when I grew up I’d still be juggling career ideas. In fact, most people I know are still asking themselves “What will I be when I grow up?”….
I daydream a lot about what I’ll do/be when the little ones go off to school. Even what I could do while continuing to be a stay-at-home mother.
Here is my list:
Freelance writer (tried it but haven’t made any money).
High school English teacher.
Real Estate Agent.
Psychologist (or family counseling).
I imagine myself in all of these roles, but I quickly talk myself out of all of them. For every career, I have five reasons not to pursue it.
My heart swells over my dream of parenthood coming to fruition. Watching my babies grow and learn is incredibly fulfilling, but in the back of my mind I know that I can do more. I want more. I just can’t decide what that personal “more” is.
What are some of your “grown up” dreams?
I turned 30 today.
I thought that this milestone birthday would have more of an emotional impact. I thought I would deeply reflect on the last decade (I’d say I glanced for a second downstream). I thought I might cry bitter sweet tears. Maybe mourn my youth a tad.
Honestly though, after going through the staggering, life altering experience of giving birth, again, turning 30 was just…. meh.
My husband and I took turns chasing our toddler and holding our newborn daughter. It was fun, it was frustrating, it was exciting, and exhausting. It was another day. With brunch. Yum.
I was humbled, as I am every year, from the out-pouring of love and we’ll wishes I received. That’s the best part of birthdays right? I feel blessed for my family and friends.
So right now, in this little moment, I’ll celebrate my age with you.
We have our baby girl. I’m so thrilled she is on this side now and I can look at her beautiful face.
We are all smitten (including big brother Leif).
Ofcourse my hormones are raging so I’m super emotional. You can expect a lot of gushy poems in the near future.
(I was an emotional wreck when she held my finger for the first time while nursing.)
We still don’t have our new office set up. Miles is almost done building the desk. I promise I will be back soon.
I miss you all.
I know it’s early for fair season, but I was going through old pictures and had to share some of the photos that Miles took back in 2009 when we went to the Lynden Fair in Lynden, Wa.
I’m a sucker for all things fair. My inner-child comes squealing out during fair season.
The little wing around the other baby duckling. I die.
I just love alpacas. They crack me up.
My dahlias are just starting to break through the soil. I can’t wait for them to bloom!
Fluttering feet and mushy kisses. Kicks and jabs.
Creaking rocker, sleepy snuggles – quiet in the womb.
Aching back, cramping legs, eyes that carry bags.
Guilt for the one outside, anxious for the one inside. How will I, one woman, one body, one heart, one mother be enough?
My heart is full of love even as my patience runs thin, for the one outside and the one within.
Hi everyone. Did I mention that pregnancy has been making me feel ALL the feels lately?
I hope you enjoyed my impromptu poem I just ticked-out on my phone.
Happy first day of May. It’s an overcast morning here, but the sun is starting to peak through.
We did a lot of spring cleaning this weekend. We are trying to get the nursery ready and that means tearing apart our current office. We are also cleaning out our basement/bonus room to turn into the new office. Between that, being pregnant, and herding a toddler, I’m pretty tired.
I have revised my picture book “Elsie Goes To Work” so much it’s hardly recognizable. I think it’s almost ready to be pitched to editors and agents. I just need to send it and stop messing with it, but I also want it to be as perfect as I can make it. I think this is a constant battle for artists, the ever-present question of: when is your project (baby) ready to leave your hands?
I’m a few pages away from finishing “Masters and Beginners” (Volume 1 of The Order of the Twelve Tribes) by Daley Downing – book review coming soon. *Spoiler alert: I highly recommend it.* If you would like to purchase a copy to participate in the discussion you may do so here.
Other than that I’m just looking forward to the farmer’s market opening this Thursday and watching my garden and my family flourish.
Have a great week.
I posted a comment on Paul’s blog, windblownwords about spring.
I thought of my comment again today when I was strolling with a dear friend. (And by strolling I literally mean pushing our kids in strollers, not luxuriously walking idly by.)
Nature is stretching her branches and rubbing the frost from her eyes.
Happy spring. Happy FriYAY.