I recently took a look at a new devotional book, Jesus Lives by Sarah Young. This devotional is written as if Jesus is talking directly to you. The author includes Bible verses that support each devotional and they do fit right in with each theme. I even think she does a good job with her writing – it’s intimate, easy-to-read, and understandable….
The rest of this review is on my review blog.
Lost:
One sense of self-deprecating humor.
Lost:
The motivation to write anything entertaining.
Lost:
The will to continue writing.
Lost:
Any belief that what I’m doing is in the least bit interesting to pretty much anyone except my husband and parents. And I’m not even sure my husband reads anymore.
Lost:
The ability to care. I’m so tired of questioning myself about my site. Why can’t I connect with people via my blog? What am I doing wrong? Why can’t I be funny, or touching, or profound? Or… something.
I’m tired of questioning whether I’m any sort of writer (outside of business-y stuff) at all. I thought I was. Maybe I’m not. Maybe I never was.
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Well, since it’s officially December, it feels like Christmas is really on the way. In two weeks we leave to see family and I’m really looking forward to it. Yay for holidays!
When you’re a work-at-home (or stay-at-home) mom it’s so easy to feel isolated. Hubby gets out of the house each day and goes to work. Sometimes you’re so busy that you don’t get a chance to leave. Or it can just be too big of an effort at times – especially when it takes you 30 minutes just to get out the door (we live on the 2nd floor and it’s not like I can just pop the kid in the car & run back inside the house if I forget something – so I have to make sure I remember everything in one trip & it can be exhausting).
I admit it – I’m a homebody. I can stay home for several days without really doing more than going to the store to pick up a couple of things. And when I do go out, it’s usually somewhere close: the bookstore, the library, or a coffee shop, none of which are more than five minutes away. I just don’t like getting very far away from home.
And that has prevented me from going to a local girl’s night out – until this evening. About 20 friends from Twitter got together tonight at a restaurant in Hillcrest, called Terra. A couple of the ladies arranged a tasting menu for all of us. It was so very good. The food was outstanding, as was the service. The chef came and spoke to us, letting us know about some of his work locally with schools and sustainable food.
I’ve seen this particular group of ladies two or three times now and the more I see them, the more I like them.
I have lamented – many times, to my husband’s chagrin – that I just don’t have enough girlfriends anymore. Since I left my previous job, it has been so much harder to meet other women. Especially fun, smart, savvy women who understand my love for social networking, blogging, and tech toys. But I think I have found them. They get me and my strange obsessions. We love food. And fun. And lots of laughter.
I think I’m going to fit right in with these ladies. And nights out like this are exactly what I needed.
Had a full day today. And I hate to just drop in and not say much, but yes, I’m doing that.
We got together with friends we haven’t seen in a while and it was a lot of fun. That’s one reason I love the holidays. Getting together with those we love and miss.
I’ve been trying to look at everyday objects in a new way, as potential for art rather than just clutter or junk. It has to be a balance, though, because I can’t hang on to everything in hopes it’ll become useful later. And instead of wishing I hadn’t tossed something that I suddenly think I can use, I’m working to turn that energy elsewhere. What do I have in front of me right now that can be used instead?
I fight my natural clutterbug tendencies. I don’t want our stuff to own us. (And sometimes it really feels like it does.) Right now it feels like a balancing act between purging junk from our lives and keeping interesting objects for future use.
I really want to create right now. To find inspiration in my everyday life. I am not an artist. Yet I’m learning to create art. And it’s a really cool thing. Maybe I’ll be able to articulate it better once I learn a little more about how to make my own stuff (instead of just using inspiration from others). Regardless of where it goes, I’m learning a lot and really enjoying it.
And maybe I’ll actually finish a project and get to move on to the next one. 
I am thankful.
For family. Good food. A warm home. My job. My coworkers.
For turkey-induced naps. Pumpkin pie piled high with whipped cream. Sage dressing. Candied sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top (heavenly!). Really good gravy.
For my husband. His help in the kitchen, around the house, with our son. His love. His smile. His laugh.
For our son. His giggle. His dimples. His yummy, munchable cheeks and toes. His smile.
There’s so much more, really. That only touches the surface of how blessed we really are. Right now I’m just busy enjoying it. I hope you are, too.
Food, food, food, gotta clean, food, food, vacuum, food, pick up toys, food, food, foo—ooh, something shiny!
That has been my mind today. Planning. Trying to get things done. Hoping I don’t forget anything terribly important. For a large part of the day I ran around the house without sitting. I was afraid that if I sat down I would lose all momentum.
I got a lot of prep done. Probably could have done more, but I was tired. Fortunately, hubby will be helping me in the kitchen so I don’t have to shoulder everything alone. He’s an excellent prep chef (and more, really, but tomorrow he’s working prep) and will probably do a lot of chopping and sautéing for me. If our kitchen were bigger, we could cook together. Instead we’ll be taking turns. One of us at the stove, one at the cutting board. When we can.
Since we have to wrangle the little one and keep him away from the hot stove and flying knives, I think one of us will be out of the kitchen most of the day. Unless daughter shows up early, in which case we can rely on her to entertain the boy. (One can only hope.)
In spite of having a lot still to do (I really only have a head start on one dish), I am looking forward to tomorrow. We haven’t hosted Thanksgiving ourselves before. I get to have the food exactly the way I want it, we don’t have to leave the house, and we get to spend time with family.
That, to me, has the makings of a perfect holiday. And I am grateful. Happy Thanksgiving, y’all. I hope your day is filled with love.
I feel like I accomplished a lot today. And yes, I’m one of those people who is happiest when I feel I’ve made progress on something. Anything. It just needs to be progress that I can see. It has to be tangible.
I slept in a whole two hours extra today. Wow. Living on the edge.
You know what, though? This holiday we’re going to be surrounded by my hubby’s side of the family, which doesn’t happen too often. So it’s going to be a good day.
Just as soon as I can get that turkey to thaw. And the kitchen cleaned. And the vacuuming done.
Thank goodness tomorrow’s Wednesday and not Thursday.
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