A Divine Responsibility

I had planned on writing about Self-care Sunday. It was pondered continually and a couple of people asked, “What does that look like Barb?”

It’s ironic because I gave a different answer each time. It was like I couldn’t pinpoint just one thing and give a duplicate response. It was difficult to convey, but here I sit feeling very well cared for.

The weekend flowed from one thing to the other. It’s not that I have a feeling of accomplishment or really did anything noteworthy, but maybe it’s in the things I didn’t do.

I didn’t worry about anything.

I didn’t look at my work for tomorrow.

I didn’t strategize the week ahead.

I didn’t go to any of my favorite shops and become inundated with Christmas when we haven’t even had Thanksgiving yet. The world outside my home felt rushed. Sirens blared down the highway above my street every few minutes.

I lit the candle from Savor the Moments.

Every time I walked into my bedroom a deep breath was greeted by the scent from that candle. My workload was light this weekend, but I gave it my best. It would seem the ultimate self-care is a divine responsibility.

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This Will Help

I’ve watched it everyday this week. It’s the best part of parenting. To do what looks crazy and somewhat embarrassing, in hopes they secretly enjoy it enough to follow suit with their own kid one day.

If you need a smile my darling, this will help!

 

Iron Sharpens Iron

It was years ago when I first saw one of SC Lourie’s memes and thought, ‘I want to make memes that look like that.’ They are beautiful and well loved. She designs her own paper, so there’s a lot more here than meets the eye.

I’ve mastered the art of making memes, but they don’t look like hers. It more than the paper, it’s the words poured out onto it.

I couldn’t duplicate her heart.

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She was the main reason I rejoined Facebook one year ago. To support her in her FB group for the November Soul Reset.

At some point this year she asked if I would assist her on Facebook. It’s an honor to be there for her in pursuit of her dream. Our friendship has grown into trust and a mutual admiration. She sent me her End of the Year Soul Reset as a thank you.

To celebrate where we stand.

We need to hang out with souls who inspire us. We never know where the path may lead. This began as a love for memes and believing hers to be extraordinary. We’re present for one another because even the Encourager needs encouragement.

Iron sharpens iron.

 

Be at Home

I spent some time over the weekend looking at the changes in my life.

I went to see a neighbor yesterday and it was like stepping back in time. Her husband was sitting on the couch watching a football game. I had forgotten it’s football season. This time last year, I was sitting on a couch watching football.

Later, I was driving into town and saw an abundance of firewood for sale. This time last year was all about the firewood. Where I was, there was a fireplace. This year, I asked my landlord if he would be willing to to knock down a wall and put one in this little house. He said, “No.”

Hey, you don’t know until you ask.

My other neighbor told me I could buy a fireplace. He saw a little heater that resembled a fireplace, so I did some research.

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This is what I came home with.

I actually like this little guy better than the real thing. With the flip of a switch you have instant cozy, no mess and no wood to buy.

We have heard it said, ‘Home is where the heart is’, but today my darlings, this heart is home.

To Be Alone

It’s been an off day.

Friday I told a friend how good I am at being alone. Saturday morning I woke up feeling very alone and I wasn’t very good with it. 🙂

Friday night, I saw this meme before bed.

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Walking through my day and going to some of my favorite haunts didn’t do much for me. I read a Blog about online dating and looked at a couple of sites. That was a no.

Trying to find my groove, I hopped in my truck and drove down to the lake. The leaves are changing color and fishing boats were being launched. A woman and her dog were walking to the same spot as me. She smiled, offered an extra chair and we sat.

After introducing ourselves we began to chat.

Her name is Christine and her dog is Cowboy.

She could tell I had a mind full. I told her I’ve been Blogging about self care on Sunday’s and thought sitting at the lake would be inspiring. As I sat there with Christine and watched Cowboy swim around it soothed me.

She said, “What we’re doing is self care, but it’s Saturday and you don’t have to be alone.”

Buckets of Love

She’s not crazy.

She’s just been through some stuff.

Everyone I came in contact with today referred to someone as crazy. I especially love it when men refer to their ex’s as crazy. That tells me to stay clear of those men. 🙂

A friend called one of my neighbors crazy in the exact moment I was placing a thank you note in her mailbox for her kindness. I told him, “She’s not crazy. She’s been through a lot and doesn’t trust easily, but I’m just gonna just love her.”

He couldn’t argue with love.

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Thank you Paula. 

 

Buckets of love.

The Care List

The tag was attached to a new pair of jeans. It wasn’t noticeable the day of purchase, but it spoke up weeks later as I slipped them on.

Is it really referring to denim?

To finish this year victoriously, we gotta keep it slow and steady. As the busiest time of year approaches, be aware of time spent.

Make sure you’re on the care list.

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