I walked out on the front porch with coffee in hand. It was early morning, but the temperature was already warm. August in Texas.
My daughter gauges my well-being by the amount of glitter on the porch. This morning, you could tell it has not been maintained and every potted plant was struggling. I sat down with my coffee and gazed at the yard, knowing what it needs.
It needed a good drenching.
I’ve been working a lot. Having three part-time jobs is taking it’s toll on my body, mind and spirit. My work load has intensified and some days I work two jobs on the same day. On Thursday, I worked all three. Bossman at the Pizza place said, “Everybody wants a piece of Barb.”
The key is to not run out of pieces.
I walked over and grabbed the hose.
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What you just read has been sitting in drafts since last week. That’s as far as I got with it, but this morning, I was right back at the same spot.
Sitting on the porch with coffee. Looking at the little bit of glitter scattered across the porch and covered by debris. The yard was coughing at me from lack of water. My daughter didn’t have to ask how I was doing this morning. She took one look at me and said, “You’re tired.”
But the great thing about this is….awareness. There was a time in my life that I would have just pushed through, but not today. You work at a slower pace. I turned the phone off for 30 minutes to allow myself a moment to catch up.
Awareness and knowing when to pause.
I stopped typing this post last week and left it in drafts, but knew I’d come back to it. I don’t have to quit. I’m just practicing pause and rest.
Since posting under the bed, my room has become a haven again. My daughter walked by the room and couldn’t believe it. It went from something I hadn’t paid a lot of attention to, to well loved. She said,
“Wow! Your room is more beautiful than mine now!”
For a moment I felt a twinge of guilt.
She noticed the clock first thing and commented on it’s size. I had also purchased some star shaped lights made of paper, to fall onto the drapes. She noticed every detail and reached up to touch the heart shaped ceiling fan pull.
We each have a body pillow, but I wanted a new cover for mine. Good ol’ Google found this Faux fur/Sherpa cover on sale at Target.
I’ve decorated my daughter’s room most of her life, but as she enters adulthood, she does her own thing. Her room changes along with her.
She loved not only the look, but the feel of my room. Most everything was there, but now it flows.
My bedspread is the anchor piece.
A while ago, I bought my daughter the same brand name spread as mine. I don’t buy her things unless I believe she needs it. She likes it but it may change as she continues to evolve.
I cannot bring myself to change mine. It’s classic Peacock Alley and has been with me for many years. Maybe that’s why I wanted my daughter to have the same brand. It will last.
Wherever her wings take her, I hope she will always feel the anchor piece.
Sunday mornings feel good. It’s the day I look back at what’s been accomplished for the week. A good bit got done, but there’s more to do.
This week I worked on my bedroom.
It had become a place to sleep and not a place to dwell. I was laying in bed one night and all I could think about was what was under my bed.
When was the last time I looked under my bed? What was being stored there? When was the last time it was thoroughly cleaned?
The next morning, I found the answers.
My daughter had a guitar case and a couple of plastic bins of clothing under my bed. She has a platform bed and cannot store anything underneath, so I offered my space. It was a collection of dust and dog hair under there, so this had to change. The top of her wardrobe was empty, so I placed the bins up there. The guitar case is by the back door awaiting storage.
I moved the bed to another location in the room and cleaned the floor during it’s move.
Also, as I was laying in bed that night, I found myself staring at an empty wall wondering what time it was. I rolled over and grabbed my phone from the bedside table, but the light hurt my eyes. I wanted a clock on that wall.
“Go big, or go home,” is my thinking.
After I purchased the clock, I spotted something else that was sweet. It was just a little pull chain for the ceiling fan, but it spoke to my heart.
Get it? Spoke to my heart…Hah! (That’s for you Little Fears )
My daughter would exit the room on that one.
The chain was long and had to be shortened. I tried living with it full length, but it was designed for a high ceiling, which I don’t have. It bopped my head whenever I walked under the fan. Being hit on the head by a blingy heart is not a bad thing, but became a little annoying after a while.
The heart is just a tiny detail for the room.
I see God working in the details of my life.
I see you God and you have my heart.
I just made my second Chemex.
The first one was shared with my daughter.
She is the Queen of Chemex, so it makes me a little nervous when I hand her one that I make. This morning as I was making it, thoughts of her and how happy she is right now were floating through my mind. Her love from England is here, so her world feels complete today.
In a sense it was made with love.
She cradled the cup in both hands, took a sip and closed her eyes to savor the moment. Was it up to her standards? I waited for her response.
She released a smile and said, “That is a perfect Chemex.” Day complete before 11:00 am.
Sunday has an ease about it. It’s a small luxury to sit in the middle of an unmade bed without any rush to make it up. There is no rush today.
I have two laptops. One for business and one for personal. I enjoy typing blog posts on the business laptop. The keys are raised and feel good as I type. I’m sitting in the middle of my unmade bed with a candle lit and a cup from the Chemex.
There is natural light from the windows.
I’ve said no to friends today that wished to include me in their plans. I thought about going to the grocery store, but there’s food in the fridge.
It’s Sunday and it’s a chill day.