Two words that, if we heard them when raising the boys, we stopped everything and paid rapt attention, because if we didn’t, good things were not going to happen.
I cannot believe it, but I, myself, am bored. It is a not so great feeling. I am not at all used to it. It, in itself, tells me I absolutely need to find a new “wildest dream” to pursue. Like we knew our boys needed activity, I know myself. This is not going to go away. And it is not a “do the dishes, put in a load of laundry, find one thing to declutter” need. I need a “love it, inspired” … next step. You see how I avoided that “P” word, that has a “roject” at the end? Yah. Have a little aversion to those 😉
Yesterday we had a symbolic moment. I will give history for understanding. When we moved here we had a very different color scheme. That was a LONG time ago. I have kept some of those quality items, because, well, you know, you never know, they might stop making, well, for instance, seaglass colored bath mats. You never know. The three seaglass colored bath mats were sitting on top of the huge baby bouncer our grandson has outgrown. I was trying to decide – stay or go? For the bath mats, not the bouncer 😉
I was working in my office and heard some rustling. My sweet husband had previously had that “I am going to have some fun” look. I knew I better investigate. There was a bag in the hallway, ready to go out the door. What was in the bag? The 3 seaglass bath mats.
Now you may laugh, and it is kind of fun, and funny. But it was also a moment. The camper doesn’t need seaglass bath mats. The little house up north is sold, and it didn’t have seaglass bath mats even before we sold it. Nothing in our townhouse needs seaglass bath mats. Time to go. So off to donations they went, with the pans and kettles that came with the camper. They are now released for someone else to use and enjoy.
But it symbolizes where I am. Like that time of seaglass color scheme, which went quite a while ago, I loved the chapter we just closed – with the little house up north. And although others have made suggestions, I have absolutely no idea what God will have for us, for me, to do next. I am kind of out of “wildest dream” bucket list biggies. Although I would still love a little old house by a brook with deer and squirrels and bunnies to shoo away when they get up to mischief in the lawn turned to garden, that is not happening so far. Maybe. But not even a hint of it yet. So I do what I have trustingly done so … many … times. One foot in front of the other, keep busy with the daily things, and watch and wait.
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