Spring is trying to spring
If you have ever lived in the Midwest, February is painfully long for being so short. Add on Leap Year, it felt like Miss February was dragging her feet. We got one snow day this year compared to 12+ days last year. It held strong at 32 +/- with dry winds and dark mornings. Then something happened: March arrived like the gentle lamb. And we are reminded that spring is coming. She's not here yet; we still have coats and gloves and frosty windows but the sun breaks the horizon earlier and the evenings grow longer. These little micro reminders that life can wake again bring me to a place of… What. Not sure of the word I want.
I feel like a bear that is stirring after a long hibernation. I'm looking around at my to do list and my projects thinking what to tackle next? How does one attack or subdue or manage the to-dos in life while there is a hunger to move away shift from Neutral to Drive. So I return to this year's motto: In this house.
My girls and I spent the weekend recently at a lifelong friend's house. Their 3,200 square feet compared to our 850 square feet allowed us to stretch our limbs outward. Room after room after room with stuff neatly spread out are a deep contrast to our stack on top of stack on top of stack. It made my mind wander toward making more space. How does one make more room? Do I want more room? More importantly, do I need more halls to roam and rooms to put things I either have or don’t have yet. Or do I want these walls to push us together so we might be forced in such close proximity to interact and create our own room.
Even with all those rooms, where do we spend the most? The kitchen: eating snacks and create popsicle stick boats to float in the sink. We were standing around in the kitchen filling sippy cups and snack bowls; coffee cups and dinner plates. The room that feeds us was the room that was feeding us.
What did I learn? The word space is delicious and so is the word gather.
What did I do? I packed away the Valentine’s day decor and brought out the spring decor vittles: St. Patty's day table cloth and pineapple curtains. Planed my husband’s birthday dinner. I sat in my coziness and put into motion the desire to gather things close to me. The things I hold dear and the thing I hold near and often one in the same.
I feel like a bear that is stirring after a long hibernation. I'm looking around at my to do list and my projects thinking what to tackle next? How does one attack or subdue or manage the to-dos in life while there is a hunger to move away shift from Neutral to Drive. So I return to this year's motto: In this house.
My girls and I spent the weekend recently at a lifelong friend's house. Their 3,200 square feet compared to our 850 square feet allowed us to stretch our limbs outward. Room after room after room with stuff neatly spread out are a deep contrast to our stack on top of stack on top of stack. It made my mind wander toward making more space. How does one make more room? Do I want more room? More importantly, do I need more halls to roam and rooms to put things I either have or don’t have yet. Or do I want these walls to push us together so we might be forced in such close proximity to interact and create our own room.
Even with all those rooms, where do we spend the most? The kitchen: eating snacks and create popsicle stick boats to float in the sink. We were standing around in the kitchen filling sippy cups and snack bowls; coffee cups and dinner plates. The room that feeds us was the room that was feeding us.
What did I learn? The word space is delicious and so is the word gather.
What did I do? I packed away the Valentine’s day decor and brought out the spring decor vittles: St. Patty's day table cloth and pineapple curtains. Planed my husband’s birthday dinner. I sat in my coziness and put into motion the desire to gather things close to me. The things I hold dear and the thing I hold near and often one in the same.
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