Have you even gotten more than you bargained for…in a good way?
But, as all that stress and adrenaline that kept me going during the week left my body, it would happen. Every time. On that late Friday afternoon, I would get in that smelly city cab, with a random city cab driver and…
A few weeks back, I scheduled some “alone time”. Like totally alone. No kids, no husband, no friends, no strangers.
Many years ago, before I met my husband, I was in a pretty serious relationship. As far as I could tell at the time, this was the person I was going to marry. Obviously, that didn’t happen.
I think verses like this, without understanding the full context, are a good enough reason for someone like me to put down their Bible and never pick it up again.
Years ago, well before we moved to Idaho, it would not have been uncommon for us to drop $700 on one of our kids’ birthdays.
I knew I would be different when I moved to our small town. There’s just no way you take a suburbanite from a metropolis of 10 million people, plunk her down in a rural community of 3,000 and not expect her to be a fish out of water.
If you’ve followed this blog from the beginning, you know that last year, my husband and I moved from my home turf of suburban Chicago to his home turf of rural Idaho.
Well, we’ve officially reached the 1-year mark. One year of living in Small Town, America.
If you’re reading this post on the morning I’m releasing it, I’m likely on an airplane right now. Odds are, my husband dropped me and our kids off at the Salt Lake City airport in the wee hours of the morning, and the three of us are totally masked and sanitized on an airplane.
Each June, I make a very concerted effort to let it all go. Let go of the schedule. Let go of the alarm clock. Let go of the perfectly curated monthly meal plan.
It was a piece of paper that would follow me around for the next decade. I would have it under a magnet on the refrigerator in some years. For other years, I would know exactly what shoe box it was in, and I would dig out the paper as the hot tears of young motherhood streamed down my face.
Didn’t he know I was only in my late 20s, exhausted, carrying a laptop bag on one shoulder, a breast pump bag on the other, and had NO IDEA what I was doing? I didn’t want to invent my own role model! I didn’t have time for that!
Some of you are going to hate me for saying this. I’m going to make some of you scream. Some of you might even ::gasp:: unfollow me.
It’s okay. I’ll survive.
Hey God. I’m super scared to give this man food. This is really awkward.
Now, this doesn’t always happen, but at least this time, I felt God respond…
I told someone “No” last week. And it was hard. I felt so guilty that I’m still thinking about it now.
In general, I like to say “Yes”. Actually, I love to say “Yes”. I love to feel like I can do it all and make everyone happy.
People pleaser, reporting for duty!
It’s easy to say “no” to people you don’t like. But what about the ones you do like?
Did you know Idaho State University’s Outdoor Adventure Center (ISU OAC) rents out yurts in the winter?
The gist with the ISU yurts is: snowshoe / ski into a remote area, cozy up around the piping wood burning stove, and enjoy the beauty and serenity of the Idaho backcountry.